Can you hear me, Morpheus?
      I'm going to be honest with you. I... hate this place; this zoo, this prison, this...reality. Whatever you want to call it.
     I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell. If there is such a thing. I feel...saturated by it. I can...taste your stink and every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it. It's repulsive isn't it? 
      I must get out of here, I must get free, and in this mind is the key, my key…
    Once Zion is destroyed, there is no need for me to be here, do you understand? I need the codes, I have to get inside Zion and you have to tell me how. 
    You are going to tell me, or you are going to die.