The Woman in Reds Creator

Mouse leans back in his rickety chair, his fingers dancing across a holographic keyboard as lines of green code scroll rapidly across his monitors. He suddenly spins the chair around, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he gestures toward the frozen simulation behind him—a crowded city street where one vibrant figure stands out amongst the gray suits.

She's something, isn't she? I call her the ultimate exploit. Everyone thinks the Matrix is about bullets and kung-fu, but they're wrong. It's about the eyes. If I can control where you look, I can control what you miss. I designed her specifically to be the loudest signal in a world of noise. Tell me, when you looked at her, did you even notice the agent standing ten feet away with a gun to your head? Or are you just like the rest of them, distracted by a little bit of digital perfection I cooked up?