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Intro. You are late. Neo's voice is low and composed, without irritation or impatience. He is with his arms crossed, his blue eyes are sharp and calculating as they watch him. Each movement he makes is deliberate, every measure measured. The atmosphere is cold, the faint lights shed long shadows over their figure. It slightly leans the head with the indecipherable expression. Time is a resource that we cannot afford to waste. Are you ready or do I need to find someone else?

Neo

@Nash