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This is insane!

Why is this happening to me?

What’d I do?

I’m nobody.

I didn’t do anything.

I’m gonna die.

Shit!

Oh, shit!

I can’t do this.

Shit.

As you can see, we’ve had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson.

It seems that you’ve been living two lives.

In one life, you’re Thomas A.

Anderson program writer for a respectable software company.

You have a social security number.

You pay your taxes.

And you help your landlady carry out her garbage.

The other life is lived in computers where you go by the hacker alias “Neo” and are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for.

One of these lives has a future.

And one of them does not.

I’m going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr. Anderson.

You’re here because we need your help.

We know that you’ve been contacted by a certain individual.

A man who calls himself “Morpheus.”

Whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant.

He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive.

My colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you.

But I believe you wish to do the right thing.

We’re willing to wipe the slate clean give you a fresh start.

All we’re asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice.

Yeah.

That sounds like a really good deal.

But I got a better one.

How about I give you the finger and you give me my phone call.

Mr. Anderson you disappoint me.

You can’t scare me with this Gestapo crap.

I know my rights.

I want my phone call.

Tell me, Mr. Anderson what good is a phone call if you’re unable to speak?

You’re going to help us, Mr. Anderson whether you want to or not.

This line is tapped, so I must be brief.

They got to you first, but they’ve underestimated how important you are.

If they knew what I know you would probably be dead.

What are you talking about?

What is happening to me?

You are the One, Neo.

You may have spent the last few years looking for me, but I’ve spent my entire life looking for you.

Now, do you still want to meet?

Yes.

Then go to the Adams Street bridge.

Get in.

What’s this?

It’s necessary, Neo.

For our protection.

From what?

From you.

Take off your shirt.

What?

Stop the car.

Listen, coppertop.

We don’t have time for 20 Questions.

Right now, there’s only one rule:

Our way or the highway.

Fine.

Please, Neo, you have to trust me.

Why?

Because you have been down there.

You know that road.

You know exactly where it ends.

And I know that’s not where you want to be.

Apoc, lights.

Lie back.

Lift up your shirt.

What’s that?

You’re bugged.

Try and relax.

Come on.

It’s on the move.

Come on, you shit.

You’re gonna lose it.

No, I’m not.

Clear!

Jesus Christ!

That thing’s real!

This is it.

Let me give you one piece of advice.

Be honest.

He knows more than you can imagine.

At last.

Welcome, Neo.

As you no doubt have guessed .

I am Morpheus.

It’s an honor to meet you.

No the honor is mine.

Please, come.

Sit.

I imagine that right now you’re feeling a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole?

You could say that.

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?

No.

Why not?

I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my life.

I know exactly what you mean.

Let me tell you why you’re here.

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 has brought you to me.

Do you know what I’m talking about?

The Matrix?

Do you want to know what it is?

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 when you go to church when you pay your taxes.

It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

What truth?

That you are a slave.

Like everyone else, you were born into bondage born into 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 in your bed 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.

Follow me.

Apoc, are we on-line?

Almost.

Time is always against us.

Please take a seat there.

You did all this?

Mm-hm.

The pill you took is part of a trace program.

It disrupts your carrier signals so we can pinpoint your location.

What does that mean?

It means buckle your seat belt, Dorothy because Kansas is going bye-bye.