Dream No.4

Hey, this is the same room where Morpheus was. Neo sits in a classical 1974 EZ chair. Isn’t he dead?
“Apparently not.” Is he reading my mind?
“I’m OEM Neo.” Oh OK, this production is cheap.
I think he ignores me anyway and continues.
“You are stuck in between in real world and the dream world.”
“So why am I here?”
“You can’t make up your mind what you want in life, so I can offer you this, a brand new Mitsubishi Aircon, complete with air purifier and low power consumption. It’s really silent, if you ask me. About 21db.”
“So what happened to Smith?”
“He’s now an insurance agent with John Hancock.”
Huh? Now I’m REALLY dreaming.
“Can you still blast sentinels by blinking?”
“I’m OEM Neo, really stripped down version. You have to ask the architect. I do sales now. First I was selling video games, then computer games, then DVDs. Now, I sell Aircons. What’s the diff? It’s all about the money anyway. So are you buying or what?”
“How about I give you the finger and you give me the blue pill?”
“Oh alright, beam him up, John.”