In here, everything was chromate, a billion endless mirrors reflecting in mirrors, in silvered pools of polished lightning. It was like the Matrix boosted on chips, a concept that made her temples throb. A neon aurora in the stainless steel sky, a coded menu shimmered above a reflective collection of nodes and relays. Oddly, the shiny ground under her was slightly dull, not as perfect as the rest of the landscape. Distorted from the minor heat of her presence? How sensitive was this thing? Tentatively, Silver tried moving further in and activating a sophisticated can opener when gray ICE suddenly hit her from every direction in a perfect globe. There was a jarring flash of brief pain.