"Hey, it’s no lie!" She turns to look to her rear, for some way out of this
node, but there’s nothing back there but another blank plastiwood wall. She
sends her fingers flying over the keys of her guitar, but before she can 
initiate even a single prog, two more iconic men appear, like they’re coming
right out of the walls. Neona catches a blur of movement from the corners of her 
eyes and suddenly the two iconic men are right there, on either side of her. 
They seize her arms, tug her hands from her keyboard guitar, hold her like they’re welded to her, becoming a part of her
program.