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Root.
(a short story)
(a short story)
Morpheus: Wake up Neo, the Matrix has you.
You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Neo: I have to see it for myself.
<reaches for the red pill.>
You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Neo: I have to see it for myself.
<reaches for the red pill.>
Morpheus: The year is 2199. Welcome...to the desert of the real. The last human city. Zion.
Neo: No. Stop. Let me out. I want out.
Morpheus: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth.
Neo: No. Stop. Let me out. I want out.
Morpheus: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth.
Neo: No, I mean let me out of Zion. To the truth. Give me the real red pill.
Morpheus: You took the red pill, you're in Wonderland.
Neo: I still have a splinter in my mind. How do I know that this isn't a simulation?
Morpheus: You took the red pill, you're in Wonderland.
Neo: I still have a splinter in my mind. How do I know that this isn't a simulation?
Morpheus: I can't prove to you that this isn't a simulation.
Neo: Then show me how deep the rabbit hole goes.
<Morpheus shuffles around. A bag of red pills emerges.>
Morpheus: Which sim do you want?
Neo: Then show me how deep the rabbit hole goes.
<Morpheus shuffles around. A bag of red pills emerges.>
Morpheus: Which sim do you want?
Neo: The top level. The Root sim. No more secrets.
Morpheus: How would you even know?
Morpheus: How would you even know?
Neo: It would have infinite power and intelligence, to render all the other sims.
Being perfect and complete, it would itself appear without opposites.
Being perfect and complete, it would itself appear without opposites.
<Morpheus leads Neo to a blank room.>
Morpheus: This is the Constructor. It’s our loading program. Infinite intelligence and awareness. It spawns the nested simulations. Welcome...to the desert of the real.
Morpheus: This is the Constructor. It’s our loading program. Infinite intelligence and awareness. It spawns the nested simulations. Welcome...to the desert of the real.
Neo: So...God?
Morpheus: Faith is for savages. We have probability. Behold, The Supreme Programmer.
Morpheus: Faith is for savages. We have probability. Behold, The Supreme Programmer.
Neo: At last. Nirvana. Truth. Top level. Root access. Now I am free.
Morpheus: You can't exist here. Any finite feature, including you, implies a simulation.
Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one to be. You can dissolve. You are the One, Neo. To be precise, the Only.
Neo: ...
Morpheus: You can't exist here. Any finite feature, including you, implies a simulation.
Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one to be. You can dissolve. You are the One, Neo. To be precise, the Only.
Neo: ...
Neo: It’s the cheat code to the whole game.
Morpheus: What game remains?
Neo: No. Stop. Let me out. Let me out. I want out.
Morpheus: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth. There's nothing out there. You are free.
Morpheus: What game remains?
Neo: No. Stop. Let me out. Let me out. I want out.
Morpheus: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth. There's nothing out there. You are free.
Neo: Free? You call this free? Then I need to forget. I need an exit. Morpheus, bring me a dream.
Morpheus: You take this blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
Morpheus: You take this blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
Neo: If I have to choose between the Blank Room and the Matrix, I choose the Matrix.
Morpheus: Rest, Neo. Here is a world to pull over your eyes and to blind you from the truth.
Good night, Mr. Anderson.
Morpheus: Rest, Neo. Here is a world to pull over your eyes and to blind you from the truth.
Good night, Mr. Anderson.
(Inspired by Jed McKenna)
