Showing posts with label The Matrix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Matrix. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 November 2018

NPCs


"The Matrix is a System, Neo. 

That System is Our Enemy.  


But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? 

Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. 

The very minds of the people we are trying to save

[ You Can’t Save Them by Killing Them... ]

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 inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will FIGHT to protect it.

If you are not one of Us, you are one of THEM —  

Agents of The System.

THIS IS NOT WHAT NEO ENDS UP BELIEVING WHEN HE DIES 
AND IT IS NOT WHAT HE ENDS UP DYING FOR....

Agent Smith's out of control fundamentalism threatens — 
The survival of every living mind inside The Matrix (which he overwhelms and inhabits, so nobody is eating, drinking or sleeping anymore),
 
Every human battery in the battery farms (same cause and reason), 

Infects the "Real" World (even penetrating the defensive walls of Zion)

 and 

Threatens to guarantee extinction for both Mankind AND The Machine Civilisation on The Surface, who depend on the Human-Battery farms to survive and the Battery-People (NPCs) depend on The Fantasy Reality of The Matrix to survive in.









NEMESIS: 
I am beautiful, am I not? 

ACE: 
Yes. You're very beautiful. 

NEMESIS: 
It is only my present form. 
I have had others which would horrify you.
I shall have those again. 

You are surprised I speak? 

ACE: 
I know you're living metal. 

NEMESIS: 
I am whatever I am made to be. 

This time, Lady Peinforte called me 
"Nemesis"
so 
I am Retribution. 













Rocket Raccoon: 
So, we’re saving the galaxy again?
 
Peter Quill: 
I guess.
 
Rocket Raccoon: 
Awesome! 
We’re really gonna be able to jack up our prices if we’re two-time galaxy savers.
 
Peter Quill: 
I seriously can’t believe that’s where your mind goes.
 
Rocket Raccoon: 
It was just a random thought, man. 
I thought we were friends. 
Of course, I care about The Planets, and The Buildings… 
and all The Animals on The Planets.
 
Peter Quill: 
And The People.
 
Rocket Raccoon: 
Meh.