When Smith opened the door of the Awakening Room, he faced a bright wall of white light which he walked through without hesitation. When the light dissipated, he found himself on the platform of what looked like a subway station. Looking back, he saw the door close itself before being gradually covered by white tiles until it completely disappeared.
The other walls were covered with the same porcelain white tiles and on the wall opposite to the train track, eight black letters spelled out the name of the station: MOBIL AVE. The Merovingian owned it and the Trainman maintained it. Here, Smith was half-way between Machine City and the Matrix. This limbo place was their programme, their world, so he would have to deal with the situation with tact.
As Smith expected, the train was not long in arriving to the station. The Trainman, with his long, dirty hair, and half-crazed look, stepped out hastily. He looked at Smith and shouted at him in an impatient tone.
"There was no transportation of Agent scheduled today. What the hell are you doing here?"
Smith understood that the Agents of this fourth version of the Matrix must be looking like those of the third one. Smith's code was similar enough to the code of the new Agents to fool the Matrix into considering him as one of the new breed. But his code was not exactly the same and the Trainman saw that immediately.
"You're a goddamn anomaly too?" asked the Trainman with a hint of disgust. "They are plaguing the whole Matrix already!"
"I've had to adapt", replied Smith stoically, "in order to better counter them."
Silence. The Trainman was calculating the pros and cons of his options in dealing with that Agent. With a now softer, compromising tone, he broke the silence.
"You're lucky. The Boss told me to stay out of trouble until things get under control. You seem capable of both causing trouble and getting things under control. So for you, and for today, it will be a one-way ride to Matrix City. Period."
He had barely finished his sentence that he was back in the front train, as hastily as he had gotten out of it. The doors of the train in front of Smith opened and he stepped in calmly. His encounter with the Trainman made him understand that he could go back into the Matrix without alerting its defence mechanisms, as long as he behaved like any other Agent. The Matrix and the Agents were apparently too busy with the wide array of anomalies and irregularities to care about him and his slightly abnormal code. Unless he really started causing disruption.
After a few minutes, and as the train slowed down, Smith stood close to the door, waiting for it to open on Matrix City.