It's a Machine Controlled World After All
"First and foremost, I would like to prepare the crew before we initiate in our mission," said Morpheous.
"What would that be?" asked Trinity sitting in her little dentist-chair-mission-thingy.
"Disneyland is a wonderful place, but it can be a horrid place as well. Long lines, crowds, high sun, heavy rain, and one of us getting lost are all components trying to kill us. Also, the agents who trying to kill us. I just need to remind you to try and be happy." Morpheous got into his dentist-chair-thingy. "Link, countdown."
"I wish I could go, but I guess there better be someone watching your happy heads in the encryptions. Commencing in three Mississippi, two Mississippi, oh, and tell me if clams are happy, one Mississippi."
Zoom.
"Before we enter the gate of Disneyland, we must look the part. We will stick out like a tan Zionian. Link, so casual slacks for the men, please."
"Okay-Dokey."
Zoom.
"And some shorts for Trinity"
Zoom.
"And some various college state and other miscellaneous souvenir shirts"
Zoom.
"Excuse me, Morpheous, permission to change appearance." Asked Trinity, who was pulling at her 'Proud to be a Santa Cruz Banana Slug' tee.
"Yes Trinity, what would you like to have as your shirt?" asked Morpheous.
"Link, I would like a casual blue scoop tee by Anne Taylor, circa 2000."
"Yes, ma'am"
Zoom.
Neo looked at Trinity, she was absolutely beautiful, with her hair long enough for it to be put in an intricate braid. She had beautiful legs beneath her jeans, and her feet were polished with casual sandals. She wore sunglasses, but they were aviators other than the thin black ones she wore.
Neo then looked at him self. Dear god! All the men looked terrible, they looked pale underneath their khaki pants and various souvenir shirts. Morpheous's baldness was clearly evident underneath his red baseball cap.
"Bye Link" said Morpheous.
Ring ring.
"We're in"