Veritas squints at the drone.
"Yeah, it's obvious...too obvious. Too obvious to be a trap. It's so clearly a set-up that it's probably for real," he says sagely. "The machines think we're dumb, but they wouldn't underestimate us this badly; they wouldn't set a trap this stupid, even for us mere humans."
He thinks for a minute, his deeply wrinkled brow furrowed in thought.
"Unless....unless they knew that we would think like that, and so this really is a trap...a sort of triple-feint, if you will...but then again, they don't think us capable of that kind of reasoning - or do they?" his voice trails off into uncertain mumbling. He looks up in a moment or two.
"I say we try to find this...Agent White, if we can. Bug, is it really possible to download an Agent out of the Matrix? I mean, they are just computer programs, right?"