Morpheus and the Architect stand behind the lectern in a packed White House press room. Morpheus addresses the crowd.
"People, hear me! You are all living in a vast simulation, a prison for your mind two centuries in your future. I am here to tell you that everything is controlled by evil machines! I am here to tell you that you are now free! I am here, and feel I should add that I am not crazy!"
Murmuring from the crowd indicates that nobody believes any of this. Especially the last part. The Architect sighs, and addresses the crowd.
"What he says is true. This is a simulation." Everyone in the Matrix suddenly spends five seconds in their goo tank before returning to the Matrix. Millions are violently sick. More people swear about never wanting to go through that again. Morpheus faces the crowd with his cool mirrored shades, the worst possible thing to be wearing when you're asking people to trust you.
You can't see my eyes. I'm a strange man. Take these drugs.
"All your lives you have been prisoners, but thanks to the selfless heroism of my team, you are now free!"
"What heroism?" demands a reporter in the front row.
"We triumphed over the machines in the Capital City Federal Building!"
"My dad worked in that building!"
"We rescued an innocent program during a totally kickass freeway chase!"
"My mom was driving into town for dad's funeral!"
"Then we valiantly detonated the power plants supplying this whole city!"
"Son of a bitch, are you really standing there telling us 'Hey, I'm the most successful terrorist in American history'? What the hell are you expecting us to do?"
"Well, I was hoping that you'd want to leave America and come live with me in a cave."
The room goes completely silent, except for the rustle of Agents drawing sidearms and pushing forward through the crowd. Morpheus is about to shoot when he realizes that these aren't Matrix Agents, but regular Secret Service agents reacting to a mass-murderering zealot who is somehow filming his "I claim responsibility" video in the White House. The reporter continues.
"And if you're a magic savior who lives outside this reality, why is it in a cave instead of a glorious paradise? I mean, that's what you lunatics normally promise, right?"
"Alas, we cannot live on the surface because we also destroyed the sky."