As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus.
I imagine, right now,
you must be feeling a bit like Alice,
tumblingdown the rabbit hole?
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.
Ironically, this is not far from the truth.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Let me tell you why you are here.
It's that feeling you have had all your life.
You don't know what it is but it's there,
like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad,
driving you to me.
But what is it?
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.
That you are a slave, Neo.
That you, like everyone else,
was born inside a prison
that you cannot smell, taste, or touch.
A prison for your mind.
Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is.
You have to see it for yourself.
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.
