Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Alice in Matrixland

Hush! Hush! Get to your places, said Trinity in a low hurried tone. She looked anxiously over her shoulder as she spoke, and then raised herself up on tiptoe, put her mouth close to Neo's ear, and whispered, "She's found the matrix." 

At last, Welcome Alice. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus. 

"Pleased I'm sure," and Alice curtsied.

"No, the honor is mine. Please, come, sit.

I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Anderson, tumbling his way through the world he thinks he lives in, the world as it appears to him every day. 

I can see it in your eyes. 
You have the look of a girl who accepts what she sees because she is refusing to wake up. 

Ironically, this is not far from the truth. 

Do you believe in fate, Alice?

"No!" said Alice loudly. 
"I do not like the idea of having the sentence first, of not being in control of my life."

I know exactly what you mean.

Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there - like a splinter in your mind. Driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me.

"It doesn't prove anything of the sort!" said Alice. 

Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Matrixland?

Do you want to know what it is? The Matrixland is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work. When you go for tea. 

Alice watched Morpheus as he fumbled with something in his fingers, feeling very curious to see what his next comment would be like. 

It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. 

"Oh, I beg your pardon, Morpheus." Alice said, "But what truth?"

That you are a slave, Alice, like everyone else you were born into literary bondage. Born into a story that you cannot smell or taste or touch unless someone is reading it. A prison where you only exist in someone else's mind.

Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrixland is... you have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You drink from the blue vial, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe what you want to believe.

You drink from the read vial, you stay in The Matrixland, and I show you how deep the Rabbit-Hole goes.