By now you must have seen The Matrix and most likely the entire trilogy. If you take the blue pill you stay in your nice computer fabricated life, blissfully unaware. If you take the red pill you wake up to a world of shit. Now in the movie, there was a slim chance to regain our world and fix things. That was all dependent on the prophecy that "the one" would come along and save us all. That's all fine and dandy for a good story but things are never that easy. There is no savior that you can bet the farm on. The spoon be damned, there is no Neo.
Even so, I would still take the red pill just so I could do the amazing things Neo and his gang of rebels did when they plugged back in. Knowing you have no boundaries is still pretty awesome even if there is no saving the human race. But what if you wake up to a desolate world with no hope of ever returning? What if once you were out, you were permanently out? You have to live like a rat in a wasteland of a world until you die? Oh gee awesome. Then the real question is if you would tell any of your friends and family. You're loved ones are enjoying their fast food, white picket fenced house, new cars and mindless TV programs with only trivial issues to deal with. Would you rip them from all that and their euphoric dream-state just so they could know the truth? Are you a good friend for letting them stay in bliss or for not lying?
Let me just say this. I'm all for a revolution but it can't be utterly hopeless, lead to an inevitable demise and be slathered in pain and misery every step of the way. So if you get out of the machine, it ultra sucks in the "real" world and you can't jack back in to eat burritos and fly like super man every now and again, then leave me the hell alone. If there is no point in a resistance, we can't rebuild and I'm screwed either way, just let me live in my own sick little fantasy world. You go enjoy your stinky cave, eat gruel and dodge robotic slavers bent on killing you. I'll sit at home on my comfy green 50's couch and play Xbox while drinking fine lagers until I pass out.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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