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

Thursday 16 September 2021

You Cannot Speak as Though ‘Reality’ were a One-Dimensional Concept

 



The Matrix
 
The Woman : 
Oh, great….
What are YOU doing here? 
Or are you The Matrix 
playing more games with me? 
 
The Valeyard : 
Don't ask me, I'm as lost as you are in here — 
Maybe you just summoned me. 
 
The Woman :
Where do YOU fit into all this?
Were you ME all that time ago?
 
Were all my memories of you erased?
Did they force me back into 
becoming A Child?
 
How many more of me are out there? 
 
The Valeyard :
I don't have those answers.
But say I did, would they even HELP? 
 
The Woman :
Of course they would.
All this, it means
I'm NOT Who 
I Thought I Was. 
 
The Valeyard :
….because Your Memories aren't compatible
with what you learnt today?
 
The Woman :
Yes

The Valeyard :
Have you ever been limited by 
WHO You Were BEFORE..? 
 
The Woman : 
…..Ah — Now, that DOES 
sound like Me Talking. 

The Woman : 
….I'm so tired. 
The Matrix is sapping all the energy 
of out of Me. 
 
The Valeyard :
No TIME to be Tired.  
Still work to do out there. 
 
LIVES at stake.
ARMIES being born. 
 
People NEED 
The Doctor. 
 
The Woman :
I don't know how to 
stop The Master. 
 
The Valeyard :
Course you do.
That one Question 
that's nagging at you,
the one thing he said that 
you didn't understand. 
 
The Woman :
The one thing who said?
The Master? 
 
The Valeyard :
No. Get out of here.
I know This Place has blown Your Mind --
Maybe you should 
return the compliment. 
 
The Valeyard vanishes.
 
The Woman :
No, wait. Are you 
still there?
 
Of course she's still there.
 
If You were Me,
You're buried within Me, 
buried within...
 
Too Many Thoughts.
All right, First Things first,
What Did She Say?
 
'Mind Blown'. Yes! Of course!
All this History, 
all these lies,
it's too much stimulus.
 
It might work. I've fought The Matrix before,
Denied its RealityI can do it again. Maybe.
 
Well, you know What They Say, Doctor,
nothing ventured, nothing blown.
 
Oh! I'm talking to myself again.
That's a good sign.
 
Thanks, Doctor.
Still Here.
 
No, shut up, I need 
to concentrate.
Er... All right.
 
Have a blast 
of THIS, Matrix. 
 
Massive sequence of images going backwards through all the established Doctors
and then a bit more.

The paralysis field explodes.
 
[Citadel]
 
YASMIN:
Doctor! 
 
GRAHAM:
Yaz, is she all right? 
 
RYAN:
Doctor?
Doctor, we're here for you. 
 
The Woman :
My Fam. 
 
KO SHAMUS:
She's not dead, then.

Wednesday 28 October 2020

You Don't Agree, But You Don't Refuse - I Know You.


We put The Police there. Right? 
We put them there. And we don’t want to go there, 
because we are smart people; we are cool people. 
We don’t want to go and hit anyone. 

We don’t want to go and enforce The Law – 
Because we don’t really believe in it. 
But we know some poor bastard has to enforce it.

Why do we hate those guys when we put them there?

Why do we hate ourselves for creating this society?

Why are so many people in America obsessed 
with Marilyn Manson; corpses; dead people; 
misery; John Wayne Gacy… 

John Wayne Gacy’s a fucking prick. 

Y’know, he killed a few people 
and did some shitty paintings. 
What’s that? Why should we be engaged with that? 

And yet that has become.. 
what, “Apocalypse Culture“?

Where do we go from there, that isn’t that? 
Where do we go that isn’t playing with our own shite?

The Answer… back to 
The Individual.




Oh, you look so tired 
Mouth slack and wide 
Ill-housed and ill-advised 
Your face is as mean 
As your life has been --

Crash into my arms,
I want you.
You don't agree,
But you don't refuse
I know you.


Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to The Bench where 
Your Clothes were stolen


This is The Coastal Town
That they forgot to close 
Down, Armageddon,
Come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!



“Babylon?
 
The myth of Tuamat and Marduk, the Enuma Elish... extraordinary.
Absolutely extraordinary.
 
There are archetypal forms... to become as gods... 
The Bacchanal. Apotheosis. It's almost.... It's almost as if... As if the act itself...

The act of violence... Some trigger in the brain. is if it were...

Oh dear God.
Dear God, what is this Aethyr I am come upon?
What spirits are these, labouring in what heavenly light?

No... 
No, this is dazzle, but not yet divinity. Nor are these heathen wraiths about me spirits, lacking even that vitality.

What, then?
Am I, like Saint John The Divine, vouchsafed a glimpse of those last times?
Are these the days my death shall spare me?

It would seem we are to suffer an apocalypse of cockatoos...
Morose, barbaric children playing joylessly with their unfathomable toys.
Where comes this dullness in your eyes? How has your century numbed you so?

Shall man be given marvels only when he is beyond all wonder?

Your days were born in blood and fires, whereof in you I may not see the meanest spark!
Your past is pain and iron!
Know Yourselves!

With all your shimmering numbers and your lights, think not to be inured to history. It's black root succours you. It is INSIDE you.
Are you asleep to it, that cannot feel it's breath upon your neck, nor see what soaks it's cuffs?

See me! Wake up and look upon me! I am
 come amongst you. I am with you always!

You are the sum of all preceeding you, yet you seem indifferent to yourselves.
A culture grown disinterested, even in it's own abysmal wounds.
Your women all but show their sexes, and yet this display elicits not a flicker of response. 
Your own flesh is made meaningless to you.

How would I seem to you? Some antique fiend or penny dreadful horror, yet you frighten me!
You have not souls. With you I am alone.

Alone in an Olympus. Though accomplished in the sciences, your slightest mechanisms are beyond my grasp. 
They HUMBLE me, yet touch you not at all.

This disaffection. This is Armageddon. Ah, Mary, how times levelled us. We are made equal, both mere curios of our vanished epoch in this lustless world.

This World, wherein comparison I am made ignorant, while you....
you are made virtuous.

Do you understand how I loved you? You'd have all been dead in a year or two from liver failure or childbirth. Dead. Forgotten.

I have saved you. Do you understand that? I have made you safe from time and we are wed in legend, inextricable within eternity.

Know that I am...
uh...

— Jack The Ripper


Business!" cried The Ghost, 
wringing its hands again.
  
"Mankind was My Business.  
The Common Welfare 
was My Business; Charity, Mercy, 
Forbearance, and Benevolence, 
were, all, My Business.  

The Dealings of My Trade were 
but a drop of water in 
the comprehensive ocean 
of My Business!"





“I think what we should do is walk away from the crap of the 20th century, and start thinking about what we’ve been experiencing.

My feeling about the 20th century, and about World War II and about Auschwitz and all of that stuff is that we HAD to go through it. We HAD to do it. That was Humanity’s Dark Night of The Soul, and it will never, ever happen again. 
But it HAD to happen.

Every single nightmare image, every image of hell that we have in our minds happened

Everything you can think of; people were flayed, brutalised, gassed, tortured, cut into pieces, turned into pigs – everything you can imagine happened. The world was a wasteland. There were cities completely annihilated. We went through it.

WHY did we do that?

Stanislav Grof has a conception of the ‘perinatal matrices', which was one of the big influences on the film The Matrix

You might recognise some of this. He says that things that happen to us around birth are really profound, and they have all kinds of weird effects. They effect society, they effect the self; they effect everything. They have reverberations.

And he claims that there are several states, that he calls “Basic Perinatal Matrices”.

The first state is oceanic bliss – which we’re all familiar with, I’m sure. Oceanic fuckin’ bliss, mate. And that is the state of the baby in the womb, untouched – everything is provided for; everthing is there; everything you need will turn up out of the blue.

Basic Perinatal Matrix 2 is a different thing. It’s when the womb starts to turn a little toxic, and begins to suggest we’re about to be expelled. And, y’know, we don’t remember this stuff – what happened? What was the feeling of that fetus in there who suddenly thinks: “My entire universe has been overturned and I’m about to be shit out”? 

Does he know where he’s going? “What the fuck’s this? Y’know, I was happy there. It was cool; I was getting everything I wanted.”

And so on into BPM 4 – which is kind of a release from tension; which is the birth process.

So I’m beginning to think.. as a society – and returning to the idea of ontogeny as history.. phylogeny, or whatever the fuck the word is.. what we’re looking at now is humanity’s process through Grofian matrices.

And what we went through is actually a Stanislav Grof Basic Perinatal Matrix 3 experience.

Every image that he talks about: death camps, control, the idea of people.. babies trapped in tubes.. you’ll recognise all this from The Matrix, as I said.

Oil, mechanisms, machines that hate us; destructive technology.. it all happened.

What if this little baby that is The Universe; this little larvae that’s approaching culmination, has had to go through these stages? Because everything does

If you want to get rid of War, 
How Do You Get Rid of War

You inoculate yourself against War by having 
The Worst Fuckin’ War 
You’ve Ever Had in Your Life

And everything after that’s just an aftershock

We’ve done nothing worse than what we did in those few years. Humanity’s never come close to anything like it. We’ve tried; there’s been a few lunatics who’ve tried. But nothing on that scale.

So what if we choose to imagine that Humanity has passed through that stage?

We’ve reached the 21st century, 
and we’re now approaching Basic Perinatal Matrix 4.

Which is: Victory after War. 
Which is: The Struggle is Over. 
Which is: We’re All Here; What Do We Do Next?

There was no apocalypse; there was no Christ
There was no rapture. There is nothing. 
All this stuff is shit.

There is only Us. And we’ve still got another thousand years, and maybe another thousand beyond that, and maybe another twenty thousand beyond that.

What are we gonna do?
Who Are We?

Are we gonna stick to these personalities; these bounded, territorial things?

Are we gonna expand ourselves; 
make ourselves bigger? 

So that if you happen to like.. [say] ‘world music’ and I don’t, I can tap into your love of ‘world music’, and experience it – and it means something.
So all I’m suggesting here is that we all take up magic. 
Because basically it works.”

Friday 9 November 2018

The Oracle





“ I have a great many responsibilities.
foremost amongst these, however, is my concern for Children.

I am concerned regarding their wellbeing, and the healthy development of their imaginations

I am concerned regarding their behaviour...

..and I’m afraid, Young Man, that I don’t care for you at all."









[Colt]: Yes, sir.
Link: Hey. Hey! We got a call. Operator. It’s Seraph.
Seraph: I bring word from the Oracle. You must come at once.

(Mobil Ave. train station)
Sati: Good morning.
Neo: Who are you?
Sati: My name is Sati. Your name is Neo. My papa says you’re not supposed to be here. He says you must be lost. Are you lost, Neo?
Neo: Where am I?
Sati: This is the train station.
Neo: This isn’t the Matrix?
Sati: That’s where the Train goes. That’s where we’re going. But you cannot go with us.
Neo: Why not?
Sati: He won’t let you.
Neo: Who won’t let me?
Sati: The Trainman. *whispers* I don’t like him, but my Papa says we have to do what the Trainman says or he will leave us here for ever and ever.

(Oracle’s apartment)

Oracle
Morpheus, Trinity. 
Thank you for coming. 

One thing I’ve learned in all my years is that
 nothing ever works out just the way you want it to.


Trinity
Who are you?

Oracle
I’m The Oracle. 
I wish there was an easier way to get through this but there ain’t. 
I’m sorry this had to happen. 
I’m sorry I couldn’t be sitting here like you remember me. 
But it wasn’t meant to be.

Trinity: 
What happened?

Oracle
I made A Choice, 
and that Choice cost me 
more than I wanted it to.

Morpheus
What choice?

Oracle
To help you to guide Neo. 

Now, since the real test for any choice is 
having to make the same choice again, 
knowing full well what it might cost – 

I guess I feel pretty good about that choice, 
’cause here I am, at it again.

Trinity
Do you know what happened to Neo?

Oracle
Yes. He’s trapped in a place between 
This World and The Machine World. 

The link is controlled by a program called 
The Trainman. 

He uses it to smuggle programs 
in and out of the Matrix. 

If he finds out where Neo is 
before you get to him, 
then I’m afraid our choices are going to become difficult.


Trinity
Why?

Oracle
Because of who the Trainman works for.

Morpheus
The Merovingian.

Oracle
He has placed a bounty on your lives. 
You must be careful at all times. 

Seraph knows how to find the Trainman, 
he will go with you. 

For years, he has protected me. 
I hope he can do the same for you.

Seraph
Please, come.

Morpheus
Oracle.

Oracle
I know, Morpheus. 
I can see you’re filled with doubt, 
clouded by uncertainty.

Morpheus
After everything that’s happened, 
how can you expect me to believe you?

Oracle
I don’t. I expect just what I’ve always expected :
 For you to make up your own damn mind. 

Believe Me or Don’t. 

All I can really tell you is 
Your Friend’s in Trouble
 and 
He needs Your Help. 

He needs all our help.


(Matrix: inside a car)
Morpheus: 
Are you ready for us?

Link: 
Almost, sir. They got some pretty ancient hacks here, we’re working on it. 
Did you find Neo?

Morpheus:
 Can’t you see him?

Link: 
No, sir. We were reading something but I couldn’t tell what it was.

Neo: 
I can’t leave yet.

{Trinity looks over at him}
Neo: 
I have to see her.

Trinity: 
Now?

Neo: 
This is my last chance.

(Oracle’s kitchen)
Oracle: 

That’s it. That’s The Secret. 
You’ve got to use Your Hands.

Sati: 
Why?

Oracle
Cookies need love like everything does.

Sati: 
Neo!

Oracle: 
was hoping to have these done before you got here. Oh well. 

Sati, honey, I think it’s time for a tasting. 
Take the bowl to Seraph and find out if they’re ready.

Sati: 
Okay. 
*to Neo* 

I’m glad you got out.

Neo: 
Me too.

Oracle: 
So, do you recognize me?

Neo: 
A Part of You.

Oracle: 
Yeah, that’s How it Works.
 
Some bits you lose, some bits you keep. 

I don’t yet recognize my face in the mirror, but… 

I still love candy. 

*offers Neo a piece of red candy*

Neo: 
No, thank you.

Oracle: 
Remember what you were like when you first walked through my door, jittery as a junebug? 

And now just look at you. 

You sure did surprise me, Neo, 
and you still do.

Neo: 
You gave me a few surprises, too.

Oracle: 
I hope I helped.

Neo:
 You helped me to get here, but my question is why? 

Where does this go? 
Where does it end?

Oracle: 
I don’t know.

Neo: 
You don’t know or you won’t tell me?

Oracle: 
I told you before. 
No one can see beyond a choice they don’t understand, and I mean no one.

Neo: 
What choice?

Oracle: 
It doesn’t matter. It’s my choice. 
I have mine to make, same as you have yours.

Neo: 
Does that include What Things to Tell Me 
and What Not to Tell Me?

Oracle: 
Of course not.

Neo: 
Then why didn’t you tell me about 
The Architect? 

Why didn’t you tell me about Zion, 
The Ones before me – 

Why didn’t you tell me The Truth?

Oracle: 
Because it wasn’t time for you to know.

Neo: 
Who decided it wasn’t time?

Oracle: 
You know who. 

*She points at the Temet Nosce sign above the door*

Neo: 
I did. 
*Oracle nods* 
Then I think it’s time for me to know a few more things.

Oracle: 
So do I.

Neo: 
Tell me how I separated my mind from my body without jacking in. 

Tell me how I stopped four sentinels by thinking it. 

Tell me just what the hell is happening to me.

Oracle: 
The Power of the One extends beyond This World. 

It reaches from here all the way back to 
Where it Came From.

Neo: 
Where?

Oracle: 
The Source. 
That’s what you felt when you touched those Sentinels. 

But you weren’t ready for it. 

You should be Dead
but apparently 
you weren’t ready for that, either.

Neo: 
The Architect told me that if I didn’t return to The Source, Zion would be destroyed by midnight tonight.

Oracle: 
*rolls eyes
Please… You and I may not be able to see beyond Our Own Choices, 
but That Man can’t see past any choices.

Neo: 
Why not?

Oracle: 
He doesn’t understand them – he can’t.
 
To him they are variables in an equation.
 
One at a time each variable must be 
solved and countered.
 
That’s His Purpose
To Balance An Equation.

Neo: 
What’s your purpose?

Oracle: 
To unbalance it.

Neo: 
Why? What do you want?

Oracle: 
I want the same thing you want, Neo. 
And I am willing to go as far as you are to get it.

Neo: 
The end of the war. 
*Oracle nods* 
Is it going to end?
Oracle: One way, or another.

Neo: 
Can Zion be saved?

Oracle: 
I’m sorry, I don’t have the answer to that question, but if there’s An Answer, there’s only one place you’re going to find it.

Neo: 
Where?

Oracle: 
You know where. 

And if you can’t find The Answer, 
then I’m afraid there may be no tomorrow for any of us.

Neo: 
What does that mean?

Oracle: 
Everything that has a beginning has an end. 

I see the end coming. 
I see the darkness spreading. I see death. 
And you are all that stands in his way.

Neo: 
Smith.

Oracle: 
*nods* 

Very soon he’s going to have the power to destroy This World, 
but I believe he won’t stop there; he can’t

He won’t stop until there’s nothing left at all.

Neo: 
What is he?

Oracle: 

He is You.

 Your opposite, your negative, 
The Result of The Equation trying to balance itself out.

Neo: 
What if I can’t stop him?

Oracle: 
One way or another, Neo, 
This War is going to end

Tonight, the future of both worlds will be in your hands… or in his.

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.