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Of all the themes in The Matrix, one of my favorites is needing a land line to call the operator and exit the Matrix. Cordless phones, cell radios, wireless networking…none of it can be trusted. When you’re doing serious business, you need good old copper. And not just any land line, either. Inevitably, they end up using anonymous land lines. The front desk phone in a hotel room, an aging rotary dial in an abandoned building, or the holy grail: a pay phone. Cypherpunks. Gotta love ’em. Immaculate vibes.