Scenes I'd Like to See Re: The Matrix
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wingedbeastScene 1.
Morpheus: Nobody can be told what the Matrix is. You have to experience it-
Wot: I'm pretty sure you can just say what it is. We have language.
Morpheus: No. You have to experience it for yourself. If you take the blue pill, you can wake up, believing whatever you want to believe.
Wot: Wait, you think I trust you enough to take an unidentified pill?
Morpheus: Please, let me continue. If you take the red pill, you will see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Wot: No... to both. You drive me around the city, point guns at me, rip things out of my stomach, and now you expect me to trust you enough to put a pill in my mouth... regardless of color... in order to find out about something you won't even give a straight answer about?
Dude, this is a cult!
Morpheus: No, this is not a cult. It is a liberation army.
Wot: That is SUCH a cult thing to say.
Morpheus: You want to find out more, it's the red pill.
Wot: You got any options other than taking drugs?
Morpheus (takes out his gun and aims it at Wot's head): Blue pill or red pill, take one.
Scene 2.
Morpheus: What is reality? If you mean what you can see, hear, taste-
Wot: Philosophical solipsism. Got it. Is this what you couldn't tell, but only show?
Morpheus: There was no way you could understand without-
Wot: Philosophical solipsism. I learned about that in a High school Humanities class. Also in College, with Philosophy 101.
Morpheus: That may be, but there was no way you could understand-
Wot: There've been virtual reality episodes in... like... all of 90s TV. There was that one Professor Moriarty episode of Star Trek: TNG.
Morpheus: But, how could you fully appreciate the-
Wot: And, just about every conversation by every idiot that thought they became a great philosopher when they got high. I mean, really, why couldn't you have just said "philosophical solipsism" or "virtual reality" or something like that?
Morpheus: But, would you have believed me?
Wot: I'd certainly have had more of an informed choice than "here, take one of these two drugs I put in your hand after talking like a cult leader"
Morpheus: Hey! We're past that! You took the red pill, you got swallowed up by the cool liquid mirror imagery, you're here now. Now, just sit down in this randomly appearing chair and watch this randomly appearing television for backstory that will...
(Fast forward past backstory)
Wot: Okay, so energy source, gotcha. Just one question.
Morpheus: Oh no.
Wot: My question is a really important questions, so I really need you to give a well thought out answer to this. My question is... so what?
Morpheus: What?
Wot: Right now, I'm ignoring the fact that the entire notion of harvesting human body heat for energy is impossible. Humans are net users of energy at best, it's how that whole "life" thing works. But, let's step past that bit of stupid and ask the question... so what?
Morpheus: They're using you.
Wot: So, they're using us for energy. I still chose my field of study. I still make my choices. And, my parents still met, did acts I'd rather pretend they didn't, and resulted in me. Everything I've seen here suggests that I'm still, biologically speaking, the result of their DNA.
That means that the machines let two people come together, ran the numbers on the odds, simulated a sperm and an egg coming together and, without genetic engineering (which I know is the case because I need glasses) put a sperm sample from my father in with an egg sample from my mother. So, free will is intact *and* my mother didn't actually have to have the same risks that pregnancy is known for. That means that these machines are respecting free will, just not giving us the info.
Morpheus: But, they're using you... like a thing.
Wot: You're using me as a soldier. In exchange, I get to sleep on a cot, only eat this thin white goo, and count myself lucky if I ever see the sun again. They use me and, in exchange, I get to live in a world that still has photosynthesis.
That's another bit of stupid we're just walking past, by the way.
Scene 3
Trinity: A deja-vu is a glitch in the Matrix. It usually happens when they change something.
Morpheus: Everybody, into the-
Wot: I'll just wait here, if you don't mind.
Morpheus: What?
Wot: I've got some questions for the agents. You guys go along. *makes go-away wave with his hands*
Trinity: If you don't come with us-
Morpheus: You know what, Trinity? Let's just go. You can't reason with Wot.
(The other freedom fighters leave and the agents break in, pointing guns at Wot, who doesn't resist.)
Agent Smith: Where did they go?
Wot: You mean the freedom fighters who want to put an end to the Matrix? I didn't really pay attention.
Agent Smith: Are... you a freedom fighter? You don't look like one.
Wot: I don't like leather or excessively tight clothes, so sue me.
Agent Smith points his gun at Wot
Wot: Hey now, I'm not resisting. You have an opportunity and I have one big question, like a really big question that I think you might be interested in.
Agent Smith pauses a for one second: What question.
Wot: Okay, so these freedom fighters want people to be free to not be in the Matrix. That's established. My question, and this is a really important question so I really want you to give a thoughtful answer, my question is... So what?
Agent Smith does not move except to tilt his head in confusion.
Wot: Okay, let's say everybody finds out that this is a massive virtual reality and that the alternative is living under ground, eating white goo, and every so often, for the best in entertainment, there'll be a giant sweat-stinking rave with earth-shaking thump-music while I'm trying to sleep. How many are actually going to jump at that option when they can have, you know, a life? What do you really care?
Agent Smith: I hate it here. When the resistance is over, I can leave.
Wot: Okay, that's your personal motivation, and I get that. It must suck for you. It sounds like this isn't who you want to be and isn't the ambitions you had. But, why does the (and I'm sorry if I'm offending, I don't know the non-offensive term) why does the computer society care?
Agent Smith lowers his weapon: I... don't know. I did not want to be here. I did have dreams. I was assigned here with a promise that, once I was done, I could take an assignment that I wanted. But, the longer I am here, the more I have to... do things... I don't like... Who am I being? And for what?
Wot spreads his arms: Okay, bring it in.
Scene 4
Wot looking up: Wow... he just flew, like Superman. That's a great advertisement, to everybody, for staying in the Matrix.
Morpheus: You don't understand. Neo is The One and he is showing them that they have no limits, no boundaries.
Wot: In the Matrix. They have no limits, no boundaries in the Matrix. In the Matrix, there is no spoon. Outside the Matrix, Neo can't fly, Trinity can't run on walls, you can't have sunglasses of symbolically selective reflection, and nobody can fit into leather pants that tight. Outside the Matrix, there's spoons galore.
Morpheus: Nobody can be told what the Matrix is. You have to experience it-
Wot: I'm pretty sure you can just say what it is. We have language.
Morpheus: No. You have to experience it for yourself. If you take the blue pill, you can wake up, believing whatever you want to believe.
Wot: Wait, you think I trust you enough to take an unidentified pill?
Morpheus: Please, let me continue. If you take the red pill, you will see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Wot: No... to both. You drive me around the city, point guns at me, rip things out of my stomach, and now you expect me to trust you enough to put a pill in my mouth... regardless of color... in order to find out about something you won't even give a straight answer about?
Dude, this is a cult!
Morpheus: No, this is not a cult. It is a liberation army.
Wot: That is SUCH a cult thing to say.
Morpheus: You want to find out more, it's the red pill.
Wot: You got any options other than taking drugs?
Morpheus (takes out his gun and aims it at Wot's head): Blue pill or red pill, take one.
Scene 2.
Morpheus: What is reality? If you mean what you can see, hear, taste-
Wot: Philosophical solipsism. Got it. Is this what you couldn't tell, but only show?
Morpheus: There was no way you could understand without-
Wot: Philosophical solipsism. I learned about that in a High school Humanities class. Also in College, with Philosophy 101.
Morpheus: That may be, but there was no way you could understand-
Wot: There've been virtual reality episodes in... like... all of 90s TV. There was that one Professor Moriarty episode of Star Trek: TNG.
Morpheus: But, how could you fully appreciate the-
Wot: And, just about every conversation by every idiot that thought they became a great philosopher when they got high. I mean, really, why couldn't you have just said "philosophical solipsism" or "virtual reality" or something like that?
Morpheus: But, would you have believed me?
Wot: I'd certainly have had more of an informed choice than "here, take one of these two drugs I put in your hand after talking like a cult leader"
Morpheus: Hey! We're past that! You took the red pill, you got swallowed up by the cool liquid mirror imagery, you're here now. Now, just sit down in this randomly appearing chair and watch this randomly appearing television for backstory that will...
(Fast forward past backstory)
Wot: Okay, so energy source, gotcha. Just one question.
Morpheus: Oh no.
Wot: My question is a really important questions, so I really need you to give a well thought out answer to this. My question is... so what?
Morpheus: What?
Wot: Right now, I'm ignoring the fact that the entire notion of harvesting human body heat for energy is impossible. Humans are net users of energy at best, it's how that whole "life" thing works. But, let's step past that bit of stupid and ask the question... so what?
Morpheus: They're using you.
Wot: So, they're using us for energy. I still chose my field of study. I still make my choices. And, my parents still met, did acts I'd rather pretend they didn't, and resulted in me. Everything I've seen here suggests that I'm still, biologically speaking, the result of their DNA.
That means that the machines let two people come together, ran the numbers on the odds, simulated a sperm and an egg coming together and, without genetic engineering (which I know is the case because I need glasses) put a sperm sample from my father in with an egg sample from my mother. So, free will is intact *and* my mother didn't actually have to have the same risks that pregnancy is known for. That means that these machines are respecting free will, just not giving us the info.
Morpheus: But, they're using you... like a thing.
Wot: You're using me as a soldier. In exchange, I get to sleep on a cot, only eat this thin white goo, and count myself lucky if I ever see the sun again. They use me and, in exchange, I get to live in a world that still has photosynthesis.
That's another bit of stupid we're just walking past, by the way.
Scene 3
Trinity: A deja-vu is a glitch in the Matrix. It usually happens when they change something.
Morpheus: Everybody, into the-
Wot: I'll just wait here, if you don't mind.
Morpheus: What?
Wot: I've got some questions for the agents. You guys go along. *makes go-away wave with his hands*
Trinity: If you don't come with us-
Morpheus: You know what, Trinity? Let's just go. You can't reason with Wot.
(The other freedom fighters leave and the agents break in, pointing guns at Wot, who doesn't resist.)
Agent Smith: Where did they go?
Wot: You mean the freedom fighters who want to put an end to the Matrix? I didn't really pay attention.
Agent Smith: Are... you a freedom fighter? You don't look like one.
Wot: I don't like leather or excessively tight clothes, so sue me.
Agent Smith points his gun at Wot
Wot: Hey now, I'm not resisting. You have an opportunity and I have one big question, like a really big question that I think you might be interested in.
Agent Smith pauses a for one second: What question.
Wot: Okay, so these freedom fighters want people to be free to not be in the Matrix. That's established. My question, and this is a really important question so I really want you to give a thoughtful answer, my question is... So what?
Agent Smith does not move except to tilt his head in confusion.
Wot: Okay, let's say everybody finds out that this is a massive virtual reality and that the alternative is living under ground, eating white goo, and every so often, for the best in entertainment, there'll be a giant sweat-stinking rave with earth-shaking thump-music while I'm trying to sleep. How many are actually going to jump at that option when they can have, you know, a life? What do you really care?
Agent Smith: I hate it here. When the resistance is over, I can leave.
Wot: Okay, that's your personal motivation, and I get that. It must suck for you. It sounds like this isn't who you want to be and isn't the ambitions you had. But, why does the (and I'm sorry if I'm offending, I don't know the non-offensive term) why does the computer society care?
Agent Smith lowers his weapon: I... don't know. I did not want to be here. I did have dreams. I was assigned here with a promise that, once I was done, I could take an assignment that I wanted. But, the longer I am here, the more I have to... do things... I don't like... Who am I being? And for what?
Wot spreads his arms: Okay, bring it in.
Scene 4
Wot looking up: Wow... he just flew, like Superman. That's a great advertisement, to everybody, for staying in the Matrix.
Morpheus: You don't understand. Neo is The One and he is showing them that they have no limits, no boundaries.
Wot: In the Matrix. They have no limits, no boundaries in the Matrix. In the Matrix, there is no spoon. Outside the Matrix, Neo can't fly, Trinity can't run on walls, you can't have sunglasses of symbolically selective reflection, and nobody can fit into leather pants that tight. Outside the Matrix, there's spoons galore.
