Un rincón de la nostalgia: the matrix
MORPHEUS: I imagine, right now, you must be feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole?
NEO: You could say that.
MORPHEUS: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up.
[...]
MORPHEUS: The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room.You can see it out your window or on your television. You feel it when you go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
NEO: What truth?
MORPHEUS: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, kept inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind.
MORPHEUS: Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
[Morpheus opens his hands. In the right is a red pill.In the left, a blue pill.]
MORPHEUS : This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back. You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.
You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
NEO: You could say that.
MORPHEUS: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up.
[...]
MORPHEUS: The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room.You can see it out your window or on your television. You feel it when you go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
NEO: What truth?
MORPHEUS: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, kept inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind.
MORPHEUS: Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
[Morpheus opens his hands. In the right is a red pill.In the left, a blue pill.]
MORPHEUS : This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back. You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.
You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.