From Koontz's "False Memory".
Remaining calm, the doctor asked: "Did you see The Matrix?"
The question was unnecessary, as he already knew that she had seen every Keanu Reeves film at least twenty times in the privacy of her forty-seat home theater.
"Of course I saw it," she said. "How could you even ask the question if you were listening to me in the office? But you were probably woolgathering, as usual."
"It's not just a movie."
"Then what is it?"
"Reality," the doctor said, imbuing that single word with as much ominousness as his considerable acting talent made possible.
She was silent.
"As in the movie, this is not the beginning of a new millenium, as you think. It's actually the year 2300... and humanity has been enslaved for centuries."
Although she said nothing, she was drawing shallower, faster breaths, a reliable physiological indicator of paranoid fantasizing.
"And, as in the movie," he continued, "this world you think is real... is not real. It's nothing but an illusion, a deception, a virtual reality, a stunningly detailed matrix created by an evil computer to keep you docile."
Her silent seemed thoughtful rather than hostile, and her soft rapid breathing continued to encourage the doctor.
"In truth, you and billions of other human beings, all but a few rebels, are kept in pods, fed intravenously, wired to the computer to provide it with your bioelectric power, and fed the fantasy of this matrix."...
"You must think I'm insane," she said.
"Precisely the opposite. We've identified you as one of those in the pods who have begun to question the validity of this virtual reality. A potential rebel. And we want to help set you free."...
Finally she said, "Your implication seems to be that K-K-Keanu is my friend, my ally. But I know now he's... dangerous."
"You once loved him."
"Yes, well, then I saw the truth."
"No," the doctor assured her. "Your original feelings toward The One were perceptive. Your instinctive sense that he is special and worthy of adoration is true and right. Your subsequent fear of him was implanted in you by the evil computer, which wants to keep you passive in your battery pod."
Listening to himself, to the compassion and the sincereity in his voice, the doctor was beginning to feel like a raving lunatic.