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(Nebuchadnezzar)
Morpheus: You wanted to know what the Matrix is Neo?
Trinity.... Try to relax. This will feel a weird.
(Construct)
Morpheus: This is the construct. It's our loading program. We
can load anything from clothing, to equipment, weapons, training simulations,
anything we need.
Neo: Right now we're inside a computer program?
Morpheus: Is it really so hard to believe? Your clothes are different. The
plugs in your arms and head are gone. Your hair is changed. Your appearance now
is what we call residual self image. It is the mental projection of your digital
self.
Neo: This...this isn't real?
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Morpheus: What is real. How do you
define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what
you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by
your brain.
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This is the world that you know. The world as it was at the end of
the twentieth century. It exists now only as part of a neural-interactive
simulation that we call the Matrix. You've been living in a dream world, Neo.
This is the world as it exists today.... Welcome to the Desert of the Real. We
have only bits and pieces of information but what we know for certain is that at
some point in the early twenty-first century all of mankind was united in
celebration. We marveled at our own magnificence as we gave birth to AI.
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to the desert of the real' Áø½ÇÀÇ »ç¸·¿¡ ¿Â°É ȯ¿µÇϳ×
Neo: AI? You mean artificial intelligence?
Morpheus: A singular
consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. We don't know who struck
first, us or them. But we know that it was us that scorched the sky. At the time
they were dependent on solar power and it was believed that they would be unable
to survive without an energy source as abundant as the sun. Throughout human
history, we have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate it seems is not
without a sense of irony. The human body generates more bio-electricity than a
120-volt battery and over 25,000 BTU's of body heat. Combined with a form of
fusion the machines have found all the energy they would ever need. There are
fields, endless fields, where human beings are no longer born, we are grown. (°¢¿îÀÌ
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'there
are fields, endless fields, where human beings are grown'
For
the longest time I wouldn't believe it, and then I saw the fields with my own
eyes. Watch them liquefy the dead so they could be fed intravenously to the
living. And standing there, facing the pure horrifying precision, I came to
realize the obviousness of the truth. What is the Matrix? Control. The Matrix is
a computer generated dream world built to keep us under control in order to
change a human being into this. ¸ÅÆ®¸¯½º´Â ¿ì¸®¸¦ ÅëÁ¦Çϱâ À§ÇØ ÄÄÇ»ÅͰ¡
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Neo: No. I don't believe it. It's not
possible.
Morpheus: I didn't say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would
be the truth.
Neo: Stop. Let me out. Let me out. I want out.
(Nebuchadnezzar)
Trinity: Easy, Neo. Easy.
Neo: Take this thing off me.
Take this thing...
Morpheus: Listen to me...
Neo: Don't touch me. Stay
away from me. I don't want it. I don't believe it. I don't believe it.
Cypher: He's gonna pop.
Morpheus: Breathe, Neo. Just breathe.
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