Trinity, The Keymaker, Morpheus, Persephone, Neo



Agent Smith: »Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself …«

Agent Smith: »Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world, where no one suffered; where everyone would be happy. It was a disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost. Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world, but I believe that as a species, human beings define their reality through misery and suffering. So the perfect world we dreamed, but your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. Which is why the Matrix was redesigned to this: The peak of your civilization.«

Bane: »Look past the flesh, look through the soft gelatin of these dull cow eyes and see your enemy. I admit it is difficult to even think encased in this rotting piece of meat. The stink of it filling every breath, a suffocating cloud you can't escape. Disgusting. How pathetically fragile it is. Nothing this weak is meant to survive.«

Architect: »The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother. (…) she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99.9% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.«

Architect: »Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.«

Morpheus: »What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've 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.«

Morpheus: »The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around and what do you see? Businessmen, Teachers, Lawyers, Carpenters … The very minds of the people we're trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system, and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.«

Morpheus: »... we well know that the reason that most of us are here is because of our affinity for disobedience.«

Morpheus: »If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.«

Morpheus: »There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.«

Neo: »I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world … Without you. A world without rules and controls. Without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there, is a choice I leave to you.«

Boy: »Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead … Only try to realize the truth.«
Neo: »What truth?«
Boy: »There is no spoon.«
Neo: »There is no spoon?«
Boy: »Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.«

Neo: »I just have never – «
Rama-Kandra: » – heard a program speak of love?«
Neo: »It's a – human emotion.«
Rama-Kandra: »No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?«
Neo: »Anything.«
Rama-Kandra: »Then perhaps the reason you're here is not so different from the reason I'm here.«

To an artificial mind, all reality is virtual. How do they know that the real world isn't just another simulation? How do you?
I know I'm not dreaming now because I know what it's like being in a dream.
So dreaming lets you know reality exists.
No. Just that my mind exists. I don't know about the rest.

Cypher: »After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.«
Agent Smith: »Then we have a deal.«
Cypher: »I don't want to remember nothing. Nothing! You understand? And I want to be rich, you know, someone important. Like an actor.«
Agent Smith: »Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.«

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