Agent Smith’s group dream requires being close together

They’d been set out in a wide circle, feet pointing outward, their heads toward the center. The placement seemed too deliberate to be an accident. There wasn’t anything connecting them, but all of their heads were within twenty or thirty inches of each other.
Not our heads, St. George realized. Our brains. He’s got our minds close together.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 543
Peter Clines
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