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FADE IN: 1 ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1 so close it has no boundaries. A blinding cursor pulses in the electric darkness like aheart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneaththe derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we weremaking the call. The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until - MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the screen, information flashingfaster then we can read: "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13: 24:18 REC:Log>." WOMAN (V.O.) Is everything in place? On screen: "Trace program: running." We listen to the phone conversation as though we were ona third line. The man's name is Cypher. The woman, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? The entire screen with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a10-digit phone number i