All in all, nothing spectacular. Certainly nothing to compare with looking like a chromed-up preying mantis or a carved-out-of marble Adonis or even a talking pair of breasts like some of the exaggerated anime -style female personas I’ve seen. But in the Matrix it’s not a matter of what you do as much as how you do it. My persona may look just like me, but it’s because my persona is me, an extension of my true self in the electron world. Every detail, every nuance is there, just like reality only more so. From the depths of my gaze to the black of my polished boots. From the folds and flow of the cloak to the individual resolution of my hair. And not only the sights, but the other senses many programmers neglect, the little cues that go into making an image more real.