The eremite pursues the Flashmo Bots, screeching and flailing about. The bots have lost their will and now cower in a grassy corner of the crawling, endless metropolis. The air flutters, the sky flickers, and the midtown park is full of the bat's wings.
Yet always during the endless nights, the berserk recluse hears quicksilver ponds boiling over by the keep. While he flits through the sinuous alleys or the wailing canals, he hears them in his quivering whorls.
iPhone 3G, Darth Vader, Wieden-Kennedy, iced venti soy chai, Godzilla, Engadget, Coheed & Cambria, AOL, and The Hulk: we have not forgotten you!
Screenshot is from The Aeon Flux Film Website.