Wrong! My belief that a simulator had prepared me for the Matrix was as naive as the kid who thinks that seeing a soft-core movie lets him know what a romp in the hay would be like. In even the best simulator, you know deep down inside that you're in a simulator and not where your senses are saying you are. But in the Matrix, you're there, and you fragging well-know it. To hell with the fact that my meat body was still sitting in Buddy's doss. I-the I that matters, the I that usually inhabits that meat body-was in the Matrix, and that's all there was to it.