Down the streets and alleys, down hallways and rooms where the stench of desperate kill-or-be-killed moments hangs amid the office equipment that processes fake data in a puppet-show world, the file cabinets and wall safes stuffed with devices and codes and pills, these are our haunts.

The pools of light paint the drear streets and walls, but mostly there is darkness. The glowing phone booths are communal bonfires. We cluster about them in our tribal groups.

Men leap to and from rooftops. Women dance on sculptures fifty feet in the air.

Excuse me if I wonder why. Why we do this. Where it's leading.

Because it can't just be for existence. Mere amusement. Neo didn't die so we could play superhero in a city of lying shadows, fighting ghosts.

Neo, are you out there?

Is Morpheus with you?

Are you golden light, in a world of golden light?

Don't get me wrong. This world is a gift. The dirty lots that don't begrime us, the bullets that don't really kill. So much to explore, with enough danger to quicken the blood and remind us we're still the savannah animals that donned clothes and then, Godlike, created beasts so smart they fooled us for decades in our collective cyber-dream.

Beasts that could still kill us, if they chose. But somehow, so far, choose not to.

Because of Neo. Because he saved them when he saved us.

Why is there no temple to Neo in the Matrix?

Why is there no shrine in Zion, holding Neo's relics? I understand why Morpheus set off his code bombs, though I don't think Neo would've wanted him to.

Not that I'm any less glad we got that blank-faced vermin who killed him.

Forgive my rambling. My thoughts are unordered. But my yearning is real. For purpose, here in the Matrix.

If you feel the same way, come by the Mara Congregational Church. I hang out there. Let's talk.

No, I won't identify myself. I'm nobody special, though I knew Neo, a little. I may wear disguises, come to think of it; I don't want to be a celebrity. I'm just a seeker.

Same as, maybe, you.

Don't trust anybody who says they wrote this. I'll deny it.

But let's discuss, with like-minded people, the most important question:

What would Neo want us to do?