What Neona wants is a dusty chrome snake charmer in a flashing green and red 
striped turban, and she finds him standing in front of a pulsing green and red 
tent with his dusty chrome cobra. Swirling alphanumerics emerge from the 
charmer’s flute. The golden angel plays a few chords of her own. The charmer
raises a hand in a wave. Neona skates in through the tent entrance.