Sometimes, though, they make more sense than they used to.
When I originally saw the Matrix in theaters, I fucking hated Cypher and his willingness to exchange the comforts of the Matrix over reality.
Now… Fuck, give me that steak, Agent Smith. I’m with Cypher, I’m not wasting my life saving all these jagoffs who would rather live in the fucking Matrix anyway. Can’t beat em, join em.
I always find amusing the scene he’s in at the table with Smith, where he says “I don’t wanna remember nothing. Nothing, you understand? And I wanna be rich. Y’know, someone important… like an actor.”
Buddy, you just said ignorance is bliss; when they toss you back in the matrix, they can make you anything they want you to be, and you’re never gonna remember that you were never a perpetually strung-out meth addict.
Smith even seems to be thinking that when he smiles and says, “Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.”
Sometimes, though, they make more sense than they used to.
When I originally saw the Matrix in theaters, I fucking hated Cypher and his willingness to exchange the comforts of the Matrix over reality.
Now… Fuck, give me that steak, Agent Smith. I’m with Cypher, I’m not wasting my life saving all these jagoffs who would rather live in the fucking Matrix anyway. Can’t beat em, join em.
I always find amusing the scene he’s in at the table with Smith, where he says “I don’t wanna remember nothing. Nothing, you understand? And I wanna be rich. Y’know, someone important… like an actor.”
Buddy, you just said ignorance is bliss; when they toss you back in the matrix, they can make you anything they want you to be, and you’re never gonna remember that you were never a perpetually strung-out meth addict.
Smith even seems to be thinking that when he smiles and says, “Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.”
Especially since you have no idea you’re in the matrix. As far as you’re concerned, you’re just living life like normal.
Unfortunately, with my luck I’d still be poor, but being poor in 1999 America is still not that bad.