3. Matrix Revolutions
100 words
Oz was lost. He was in Los Angeles for a gig. Somehow during the rainstorm he'd gotten turned around. He couldn't spot a familiar street anywhere.
He drove by an ordinary-looking street and slammed on his breaks. He stared open-mouthed.
Hundreds of men of equal height lined the street. All of them wore identical black suits. Walking toward Oz from the other end of the street was an identical man. Walking away from Oz was a shorter man who didn't resemble any of them. The whole scene had a weird greenish cast to it.
Oz blinked. "Weird." He drove off.