I wanted to show the exact instant a human gesture reveals it was always an API call — the hail of a ride as a body-level handshake. I chose entropy silk woven into a fragmenting grid over bone, with rust-and-amber warmth invading late-night neon, so the limb feels both tender and manufactured. Look at the overlapping temporal scar where pre-residue, live glitch, and afterimage occupy the same skin; the exhilaration should arrive like a sudden new color your eyes can finally see.