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lifeless, indolent, as if having given in to a mundane and dreary fate which he never wished<br />
for, but cannot escape or improve upon. At his place of work, while windowcleaners wipe the<br />
glass (despite itself, the matrix is hinting at the need for lucidity ?), Thomas's superior tells<br />
him that he has 'a problem with authority', and believes 'the rules do not apply' to him.<br />
Obviously, Thomas is mistaken. He is 'part of a whole', just another component in the<br />
machine. In a few moments, with the intervention of Morpheus and of the matrix itself (in the<br />
form of two sinister Gatekeepers), Thomas will prove to his superior just how different he is.<br />
Thomas has a hidden side, an alter ego, and is wanted by just about everybody. It is when<br />
Thomas receives the package with the cell phone inside, or rather at the moment when the<br />
phone rings, that his old life effectively ends. The spell is broken. Until this moment,<br />
Thomas's life has been no more than a fuzzy, forgettable dream, a bad mescaline trip. His<br />
every 'act' within this dream world has been predetermined, programmed from without by a<br />
vast, invisible circuit board. This corporate brain has fed him every last one of his thoughts,<br />
emotions, and responses, and kept him in thrall to it, with the sole end of feeding off his<br />
energy. Thomas, as will soon be revealed, is not even a cog in the machine: he is just a<br />
battery cell, and one of billions. He is utterly expendable. Since his life force is all that is<br />
required of him, he is basically the same as any other human. And because this life force is<br />
being constantly drained out of him, by the invisible system into which he is plugged, there is<br />
nothing left of Thomas, nothing remaining for his own uses. He really is indistinguishable<br />
from six billion other 'cells'. Thomas's boss is right. The matrix is talking to Thomas; it is<br />
giving him the score.<br />
Thomas's spirit has been taken captive by the machine in order for the machine to animate<br />
itself. 'Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.' All that is left of Thomas is an empty<br />
shell, living out a hollow, purposeless life, interchangeable with six billion other hollow,<br />
meaningless 'lives'. But Thomas is about to find out just how far from the truth he has<br />
strayed. He is about to find out that the agenda he has been serving is anything but human.<br />
And when he finally accepts the signs for what they are, he must also accept that he can<br />
never be part of this agenda again, nor can he ever again fully believe what he sees. He<br />
must become a mystery to himself, a stranger. At which point, his life ceases to be an<br />
endless series of mundane problems, of personal irritations that never lead anywhere but<br />
frustration, and becomes instead a living challenge of nearly infinite proportions. If this is<br />
starting to sound familiar, then it ought to. This is the story of 'the One', but it's also the story<br />
of us all.<br />
To put it another way: Neo may be the One; but he ain't the only.<br />
(5)<br />
Hologram Ethics: Reality as Game-Plan<br />
(2)<br />
Second Variable<br />
There Is No Spoon<br />
It seems axiomatic to say that Nature does not make mistakes, and that instincts can never<br />
be 'wrong.' One might as well posit a fallible God: what's the point in having (or being) a God<br />
if He's just like us, weak and unreliable ? Apropros this, it is the common assumption of<br />
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