Why I Can’t Stand the Matrix

Here’s the deal. I really liked the Matrix series. The idea that the entire world was nothing more than a computer program always seemed like a facinating idea. The people you know, the food you eat, and even the things you think are all pre-programed to keep you busy while the ‘real world’ goes about its business.

It’s a simple idea, right? Now combine the Matrix plotline with the idea of simulated reality. If you take out the creepy guys with black glasses and the possibility of a guy named Neo being THE ONE from that equation, you have a general understanding of a popular philisophical theory: the idea that our reality was made or created for us by a higher being and that the life we lead is the byproduct of truly advanced electronics.

Technology is so advanced that it would be hard for us to tell whether or not we’re actually characters in a Final Fantasy game. It may even be the case that technology is more or less advanced than you believe it to be. You’d never be able to tell the difference since, as part of the technology or game, you only know as much as your programmer decides to tell you.

Whatever information you have on hand is now suspcious if only for the possibility that could all be a part of the program.

So, now that you know all of that, all you have to do is decide whether you want to take the red pill or the blue pill and if you’re going to be wearing black leather pants or tinted sunglasses. You can either find out what’s on the other side of the ‘game’ or you can go back to living in ignorance. Whatever you choose, it’s a decision that will affect everything that you believe to be true, including your senses and memories.

When you think of it that way, living in the Matrix sort of sucks.