"You thought it was real. We all thought it was real. The machines feed us the images, and our minds make it real."

And it was that comment, an echo of what Morpheus had told him during his own initiation to the world, that gave Neo the idea. Really, he should have thought of it before. And he would have, in time. He could stand here trying to tell her about the impossible, or he could show her.

"If you're ready," he said, gesturing to the rest of the ship beyond the doorway to her room. "I can show you."