The Matrix

Under lunchen fördes en vild diskussion huruvida det var det röda eller det blå pillret som Neo tog. I beliveve this is the answer.

Red pill or blue pill?

Morpheus: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he's expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: 'Cause I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.
Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind -- driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Neo: The Matrix?
Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?
(Neo nods his head.)
Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. (long pause, sighs) Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.
(In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill.)
Morpheus: You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. (a red pill is shown in his other hand) You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. (Long pause; Neo begins to reach for the red pill) Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.
(Neo takes the red pill and swallows it with a glass of water)

Attackskrik

Skriklådan

Vi vill veta vad du heter:
Vi vet vem du är.

Vi vill ha din msn:

Vi vill ha din bloggadress: (har du ingen blogg så bryr vi oss inte)

Det är här du skriker:

Lite regler:

1. Så länge vi är trevliga mot er, så kräver vi om inte trevlighet, så i alla fall respekt tillbaka.

2. Om vi däremot är störda och elaka mot specifika personer så får ni naturligtvis svara elakt tillbaka, till den av oss som var elak. Det vill säga, skriver Maty att Sofia är en tönt, så ska Sofia inte skriva till Linn att hon är ett äckel, det ska hon skriva till Maty, som ju var den som var elak. (Nu tror vi inte att vi kommer vara så pass elaka, men det är bra att veta liksom. Dessutom vet redan Sofia att hon är en tönt, så hon tar nog inte illa upp.)

3. Den som ens tänker tanken att skicka en "Hej, var med och tävla i min blogg!"-kommentar får stryk. Vi vill inte vinna dina hemmagjorda örhängen. Ingen vill det.

4. Egna åsikter bland kommentarerna? Tjaaa... det är acceptabelt, men inte omtyckt. Vi vill att ni ska tycka som oss. Vi har rätt. Alltid. ALLTID.
Om du skulle råka hålla med oss (klart du gör! RIGHT?) så får du naturligtvis hemskt gärna berätta det för oss!

Annars är vi faktiskt relativt trevliga. Bara lite bittra.

Puss!
/Maty o Linn


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