In the Matrix that didn’t matter. Andy’s persona icon, the visual image that would represent him in cyberspace, was whatever he told it to be, and in this regard he told it to be what he would one day be. Here he had the sharpest, chilliest interface going. He snugged the spike into its receptacle and the Montjoy came alive for him. Its sensors became his eyes, its engine his heart. Man as machine. Glorious! The power was incredible. Eat your systemic fluid pumps out, street samurai!