DISCLAIMER: The Matrix definitely doesn't belong to me.
A/N: A drabble that I wrote on impulse. I've only seen the first movie, so this is based around that. Second person POV. As to who the main character is in this, your guess is as good as mine.
Green.
The whole world is green.
Green lights, green screens.
The world is sickly and pale, old and tired. It's falling apart; everything's falling apart. Everything's dull, lifeless, uninspiring.
First choice, the Matrix. The world of green and dull, the world of perfect and perfectly horrible. It's boring, it's unimpressive; it's familiar, it's home.
Second choice, the real world. Blue, sharp, in focus, the only thing to wear rags, the only thing to eat slop, white slop, squeezed out of metal udders. When was the last time you tasted milk? Do you really, truly know what milk tastes like?
Everything is confusing, new, exciting.
Knowledge is gained with the flick of a switch, the tap of a key.
No reason to strive towards anything. Practise doesn't make perfect when everything you do is already perfect, machine taught, textbook fighting.
In the real world, you learn that you can do anything, anything you can and can't imagine, in the Matrix. That's what your teachers taught you at school. "You can be anything you want to be." So why didn't you believe it? Why didn't anyone believe it?
Maybe, if you had just believed, you wouldn't have had to go to the real world to learn that you could do anything.
It's satisfying, empowering, the feeling of I know something you don't know. You're in the real world, you know the truth.
Of course, you never believed it when your teacher told you "Ignorance is bliss."