ORACLE: Niobe.....
NIOBE: Do I know you?
ORACLE: You know me, though you just may not recognize me.
NIOBE: Are you telling me that you are the Oracle?
ORACLE: I know this may not be easy for any of you, change never is. I wish the face you remember was the face I was still wearing, but that face is gone.
NIOBE: If you are the Oracle, tell me if I believe you are.
ORACLE: You don't right now, but you will.
NIOBE: Are you going to tell me something to make me believe you?
ORACLE: Come on Niobe, you know I can't do that.
N: Why not?
O: Because I cannot make you do anything.
N: At least you sound the same.
O: As I said, you may not recognize the face, but who and what I am underneath remains the same.
N: Can I ask what happened?
O: The Merovingian warned me, that If I made a certain choice it would cost me. He is, among other things, a man of his word.
N: What was the choice?
O: The same one you yourself will have to make: The choice to help Neo or n...
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