"Everyone in Enter The Matrix, it seems, adheres to the dark glasses and black trench coat style of complete sartorial autonomy. If I could construct a digital version of myself, it’d probably be something that better celebrates my illogical humanity. What’s wrong with giving yourself maybe a breathable Tommy Bahama button-up and some lightly stained Philadelphia Eagles Zubazz pants?” 

Saints Row IV could teach The Matrix a thing or two about the Matrix