Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why, why? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Neo :Because I choose to.
Have you ever wondered about life?
Is there a difference being in the real world or the matrix?
If everything is just electrical impulses in your brain.
And you live a life plugged into the matrix, but within the matrix you live a good life and you never knew about the existence of a world outside the matrix.
What difference does it make?
What is real?
Humans were used as batteries and kept asleep all the time. Like farmed animals.
And yet... humans all lived "good" enough lives in the matrix. Trapped in body, but the mind doesn't know it. Does it matter?
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