Walking out of the bar, Reagan saw his car already await for him outside. Approacing it, a women passed by riding a motorcycle attracted his attention. Her slim figure clad in black leather looked extremely familiar.

Without realizing, Reagan called out, "Trinity!"

In the engine humming, the woman turned around, then disappeared into the traffic within seconds. Beautiful, but untamed, and lacking the coolness. She wasn't Trinity.

Disappointed, Reagan got into the car. "Trinity." he repeated to himself, feeling the familiar syllables rolling on his tongue...

Trinity, the princess on Neb. What she was capable of was amazing for her age. He wouldn't deny he was drawn to the legendary twenty-year-old veteran.

She was polite but cold. Smart but cold. Beautiful but cold.

Diode said to him there was much more to her than stoicism. He swore Diode had a soft spot for Trinity, but who wouldn't? "The hottest software" wasn't a title for nothing....

Reagan tried to remember where he knew the name Trinity from. The woman it belonged to didn't fit into any part of his life. Yet, the memories involved her seemed inexplicably real.

A lost memory? Or a dream blurred into reality...

"Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real. What if you were unable to wake from that dream. How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?"

***

The two pills glowed under the light.

Sitting opposite to him was the legendary Morpheus. On his spread-out hands were the pills. Red and blue with a phantasmal shine. Everything happened tonight seemed more strange for all they came down to choosing between the two pills.

Cypher saw his own reflection in Morpheus' sunglasses, which didn't seem suitable for this time of the day. His face was paler than usual, out of exhaustion, nervousness and, unwilling to admit, fright. He bet Morpheus could see through him, which made him extremely uneasy.

He imagined there was a contemptuous look behind the shades, though he couldn't really tell. All he could see was the pills reflected on the shiny surface, disproportionally magnified.

He decided to show this man that he indeed had some guts, so he reached for the red pill. In the mid air, his hand slowed down for a moment of hesitation.

"After this, there is no going back." Cypher remembered Morpheus final explanation. He gave a second thought, then decided to leave everything behind. There wasn't really any where he could go from hacking the police's plan for a drug dealer.

He was tired of being unnoticed, tired of being at the bottom. He wanted to be important, have an influence. For that reason, he needed a fresh start, a different life.

Touching the pill, its smooth surface felt cool on his finger tips. Carefully, he picked it up, and it almost slipped from his fingers, which were lubricated by sweat.

He swallowed it right down his throat without thinking, then felt the pill stuck there uncomfortably. It had been too dry. Grabbing the glass, he chugged the water at once, and set the glass right in front of Morpheus, as if he had taken this man's challenge.

***

He ran.

running blindly and furiously.

He didn't know what he was running from. No one could get away from what was already known.

He didn't know where he was running to. There weren't many places to hide in the tiny hovercraft, and beyond the metal wall was exactly the nightmare he was trying to escape.

His vision hazed, not sure it was because he hadn't use his eyes for almost his entire life, or subconsciously, he refused to see what was real.

Not seeing where he was going, he tripped over a bundle of wires, and fell...