Considerations

[encoded_smith]

Used to be so simple in the old days... A simple choice of red or blue. Yet, in this setting, in this locale, I find myself operating more and more like some digital facsimile of Morpheus; a capacity which, needless to say, I have no desire nor compunction to exist within

Comments

[young_idealist]

How are we all prisoners? And I fail to see the point about the different people here. We're all from different times and different worlds as I've been told.

[encoded_smith]

Because you're quite simply unable to leave... Unless the system wills it.

[young_idealist]

I can go home whenever I like.

[encoded_smith]

But you don't. You won't. You've been given a control mechanism...

Belief is what keeps you here. An illusion of self-determination, which ultimately becomes the very reason for your confinement.

You imprison yourself.

[young_idealist]

I have something I wish to accomplish here, then I will go home to my wife.

[encoded_smith]

Yes... Your control mechanism.

[young_idealist]

I don't think so. monsieur.

[encoded_smith]

Keeps you here, doesn't it...?

[young_idealist]

For a little while, yes. You cannot claim that my own free will is somehow imposed upon me.

[encoded_smith]

On the contrary, Mr St Just. It already has.

[young_idealist]

You are making no sense, monsieur.

[encoded_smith]

Always something of an affirmation to see the lower orders embrace their programming so unquestioningly...

[young_idealist]

Lower orders? Whatever can you mean by that?

[encoded_smith]

In a word... You.