"Porky!" He drew only a disoriented grunt for a reply. Will feverishly dug for the painter's cap and settled it firmly on his head. Attaching the link to Meg’s deck, he sank through blackness into the Matrix, riding behind Porky’s eyes and beside him simultaneously. The splendid asymmetry of the jewel-cast Matrix left him breathless, as always, and feeling, as always, like a fish out of water. The Matrix was not his environment.