[ WP ] You 're just an average person in The Matrix and do n't know the truth . Weird things keep happening around you .

`` `` Miss, please slow down when you're speaking I ca n't understand what you're saying.'' 
 The officer on the other end the line sounded annoyed, and I am pretty sure he was chewing gum. I took in a deep breath and started over. 
 `` I am being followed. These two men, every so often they show up where I am and try to act inconspicuous but they are blatantly staring at me.'' 
 `` And this only happens when you're wearing a particular red dress?'' 
 I sighed, knowing this officer thought I was either lying or insane. `` Yes.'' 
 I heard papers shuffle and he let out some breath, as if he was trying not to laugh. `` Miss, you do realize that it's an offence to call in the emergency line for things that are not considered... emergent?'' 
 I cringed at the word, knowing it did n't mean what he thought. 
 `` Is it possible that they just happen to be in the same areas as you? You say they're dressed in business attire, and you work on Wall Street ( writer's note: i admit i have no idea where the matrix takes place ) so is n't it fairly possible that they do as well?'' By now I knew it was time for me to hang up. `` Yes, I suppose so. Thank you.'' I clicked off my phone and cracked my knuckles. I was sitting in my office, trying to get some last-minute work done. 
 Some time had passed, when I heard a strange noise coming from skyscraper across from my office. I looked up and out the window, and stood straight up. 
 A man was sliding across the roof of the building, holding onto a thick piece of rope that had attached to it a... helicopter. I gulped and walked towards the window, and as I did so the machine came crashing towards me. 
 `` I'm going to die.'' I said to myself, and ran for my door. There was the sound of scraping metal against the window, and then a second of glass breaking but then... nothing. The window wobbled like jell-o then the helicopter exploded. Except, it was all contained outside, except for some cracked glass and a tight-pant wearing woman who slammed against it. 
 I walked towards the window, caught eyes with the woman and promptly called an insane asylum. 
 And that's why I am here.'' 
 The pyjama-wearing group I sat with gave me snickers and a solemn applause. 
 `` Anyone else?'' The doctor asked. 
 A burly-haird man, who I'd learned was on the streets before his time here, spoke. `` You think *that's* bad? I had my body taken over by a spy!''
