As you advance with Jetavie into the factory's deepest section, a bizarre stage bathed in flashing lights assaults your vision.
Hahahahahahahahaha—
...This old man just keeps laughing. There's no way to communicate with him.
Jetavie readies her Greatsword with a swing, looking eager to engage.
I've merged with the Matrix's computing power, plus I have the Chosen One by my side. The Jetavie you see now is basically a mini mobile Matrix, you know?
Alright, let's do this—ready, Chosen One?