Ever have that feeling where you´re not sure if you´re awake or dreaming?
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 faith, Neo?
Because I don´t like the idea that I´m not in control of my life
You´re here because you know something.
What you know you can´t explain,
But you feel it.
You felt it your entire life
Something´s wrong with the world. You don´t know what, but it´s there.
Like a splinter in your mind… driving you mad.
It is this feeling that brought you to me.
Do you know what I am talking about?
Do you want to know what it is?
The Matrix is everywhere.
It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
That you are a slave, Neo.
Like everyone else, you were born into bondage.
Born in a prison that you cannot smell or 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.
This is your last chance.
After this, there is no turning back.
You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up and believe whatever you want to believe
You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Remember, all I´m offering is the truth. Nothing more.
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real?
What if you were unable to wake from that dream?
How do you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Are we batteries?
We have a rule. We never free a mind once it´s reached a certain age. It is dangerous.
The mind has trouble letting go.
When the Matrix was first built, there was a man born inside,
who had the ability to change whatever he wanted, to remake the Matrix as he saw fit.
This is a sparring program, similar to the programmed reality of the Matrix.
It has the same basic rules. Like gravity.
What you must learn, these rules are no different than those of a computer system.
Some of them can be bend. Others can be broken. Understand?
I can only show you the door. You have to walk through it.
After the battle in sparring program:
I thought it wasn´t real.
Your mind makes it real.
The Matrix is the system. That system is our enemy. But when you´re inside, what do you see?
Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters.
The very minds of the people we are trying to save.
But until we do, these people are 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 inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.
You know, I know this steak doesn´t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth,
the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious.
Do not try to bend the spoon – it is impossible.
Instead, only try to realize the truth.
There is no spoon.
Then you´ll see that it is not the spoon that bends. It is only yourself.
Morpheus believes in you, Neo. And no one, not you, not even me, can convince him otherwise.
He believes it so blindly, that he´s going to sacrifice his life to save yours.
You´re going to have to make a choice.
On the one hand, you´ll have Morpheus´ life.
And on the other hand, you´ll have your own.
One of you is going to die…
Word from agent: human is a disease, a virus for this planet
Neo, no one does anything like this before.
That´s why it´s going to work.
Do you believe it now, Trinity?
Morpheus. The Oracle. She told me
– She told you exactly what you needed to hear. That´s all.
Sooner or later you´ll realize, just as I did,
there is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path
I know you´re out there. I can feel you now.
I know that you´re afraid. You´re afraid of us. You´re afraid of change.
I don´t know the future. I didn´t come here to tell you how this is going to end.
I came here to tell you how it´s going to begin. I´ll hang up this phone.
And then I´ll show these people what you don´t want them to see.
I´m going to show them a world, without you.
A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries.
A world, where anything is possible.
Where we go from now is a choice I leave to you.