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And down into the Matrix Simulator Easy access made our rep even greater Ice walls flicked away in a reverse elevator While her core data tower got bigger and straighter We came close to her mainframe code translator Which got emerged and exposed sooner or later The matrix's illusion of infinite space It's like watching a tape of a prefab building Going up only the tape's reversed And run at high speed I was trying to remind myself That this place and the gulfs are just representations That we we were not in Chrome's computer We just interfaced with it While the matrix simulator in Bobby's loft Generates this illusion This is the far side of ice The view of the matrix I've never seen before The view that fifteen million console operators See daily and take for granted The core data tower like vertical freight trains Color-coded for access Bright primaries, impossibly bright In that transparent void linked by countless horizontals In nursery blues and pinks But the ice still shadows something at the center of it all The heart of all Chrome's expensive darkness The very heart