He felt a tug and understood it to be directions, fed in through Rags’s black box. Andy went with the flow, moving through the Matrix sky on boot jets of flame like an armored superhero. The landscape below him changed from the normal black void and scattered lights of system icons, connected by pulsing data streams, to a deep violet. The lights retained their characteristic shapes, but the icons were dimmed, as if they were wrapped in some protective, translucent fabric. Letters began to appear in the air before him, scrolling along into words: "Your clearance is inadequate. You stand in danger of violating a Telestrian Cyberdyne secure matrix zone. Desist. If you do not, your intrusion will be met with deadly force. You have been warned."