God, I'm cold. I fucking hate the cold.

Why are we out here? We spend all of our time flying this ship through the giant sewers of the world trying to hide from the robot overlords who run the Matrix, but why?

Morpheus is such a hypocritical ass. He never tells anyone the full story until after they take that stupid fucking red pill because he knows no one would take it otherwise.

Make no mistake, I'm not just talking about the deplorable living conditions, here.

First of all, think back to that stupid analogy that Morpheus gave with the goddamn battery. What was it he said? "The human body generates more bio-electricity than a 120-volt battery and over 25,000 BTVs of body heat. Combined with a form of cold fusion, the machines have found all the energy they would ever need." What?! Leaving aside the fact that you would never get more energy out of a person than what was used to keep that person alive, and leaving aside that brain-dead coma patients generate just as much energy as people you have to keep in a massively energy intensive virtual reality program, cold fusion generates obscenely more energy than people-batteries. Cold fusion makes the Matrix redundant.

Clearly, Morpheus has no fucking idea why the machines keep humans in the Matrix. I personally suspect they are using our brains for processing power, or something.

But, despite that, who fucking cares? What difference does it make if the world you are living in is real or not? How do I even fucking know if I'm not still in a virtual reality? Maybe the Matrix is nested inside a bigger Matrix? How would I know? The answer is that I wouldn't and it doesn't matter.

Morpheus tells us that humans were the ones who blotted out the sun. We ruined this world, and the machines were kind enough to build us a better one to live in. Of course we were assholes enough to throw that back in their face and start a war over it.

Goddamnit, I hate Morpheus. He's a fanatic that is fighting the machines, I think, just because they are in charge instead of us.

I swear, one of these days I'm gonna sell that jackass out. Maybe the machines will be willing to plug me back in if I do.