about my chosen one Keanu Reeves
Cypher / Joey Pants: (smirking) Look, I’m not saying Keanu’s a bad actor. But come on — the idea that a functioning illiterate can be the One? He can’t even read the fucking manual. How’s he gonna crack a secret Masonic cipher or jiggle through government mainframes if he can’t read a line of code?
Morpheus: (calm) The Matrix is written in a language of perception, not paragraphs. Reading code is one thing; seeing the pattern behind it is another.
Cypher: (snorts) Cute. So now “seeing patterns” replaces years of training, typing, debugging? You’re telling me a guy who supposedly “can’t read” is going to reverse-engineer centuries of encrypted systems by intuition and vibes?
Morpheus: (tilting his head) Neo does not learn to bend the Matrix because he memorizes commands. He bends it because he understands—instinctively—what is real and what is projection. That understanding is not literacy; it’s comprehension on a different level.
Cypher / Joey Pants: (arms folded) That’s just mystical fluff. People like neat evidence. Show me him with a terminal, fingers flying, black screen reflecting in his sunglasses. Otherwise it’s theater.
Morpheus: (soft smile) You ask for a show and mistake the show for the power. Neo’s fingers on a keyboard are incidental; his choice, his willingness to accept the rules and then not obey them — that is what makes the impossible possible. You want proof? Watch him disconnect. Watch him choose.
Cypher / Joey Pants: (leans in) So you admit it’s about choice. Fair. But choice doesn’t decrypt things. Choice doesn’t know the syntax of a backdoor exploit.
Morpheus: Choice rewrites the syntax. A backdoor is only a door because someone believes the wall exists. Neo doesn’t need to know the exploit; he needs only to understand that the exploit is a belief that can be unmade.
Cypher / Joey Pants: (rubs his temple) Or he could just, I don’t know, read a manual like the rest of us.
Morpheus: (eyes steady) Manuals teach how to operate the Machine. They cannot teach you how to transcend it. Keanu — Neo — is not convincing you because he reads English better than you. He convinces you because he shows what happens when a person stops being limited by assumptions. That, Joey, scares you.
Cypher / Joey Pants: (a slow grin) Scares me? Nah. I prefer my fears rational and verifiable. Mysticism has terrible customer support.
Morpheus: (laughs once) Then perhaps the Matrix will put you on hold until you accept music from outside their playlist.
Cypher / Joey Pants: (shrugs) Fine. Let him be the hero on the silver screen. But when it comes to real hacking? I’ll take credentials and caffeine over prophecy and a red coat.
Morpheus: (turns to the window, looking out at the falling code) Credentials and caffeine can open known doors. Neo opens doors we did not even know were built. That is why he is the One — not because of how he reads, but because of what he sees.
Cypher / Joey Pants: (muttering as he walks away) I’ll see it when he uploads the patch notes.
Morpheus: (quiet) He already did. You just refuse to download them.
End scene — the argument unresolved, the green rain continuing to fall.
Mashiach will conquer the entire world without
firing a single bullet. — Rabbi Kook
Red Dog : [after hearing the bell ringing] Dinner already?
Sgt. Slaughter : Not unless you like snake burgers. We’re gonna infiltrate the Terrordrome on Cobra Island.
Mercer : That’s suicide!
Taurus : Yes. Horoscope say it bad day to travel.
Sgt. Slaughter : Think of it as an extra rough training exercise.
Lt. Falcon : Training, huh? Why don’t we leave our weapons behind? Make it really educational.
Sgt. Slaughter : Now that’s what I call a challenge! No weapons! Let’s move out!
[Renegades growl at Falcon]
THE YEAR IS 2034, “KEANU REEVES” IS PRESIDENT. THERE ARE 67,298 MACHINE GUNS IN HIS HOLLYWOOD MANSION & THE WHITE HOUSE. IT’S ILLEGAL TO EAT STEAK. I’M THE LAST HUMAN CARNIVORE. THIS IS MY STORY.
Thank you for your input Mr. Pantoliano. It’s good to see you finally vent and let your feeling known.
I am the most excellent savior of the human race Joey Pants.
The other chosen ones are BOGUS
especially you Cypher, for trying to kill me
We are all part of the 144,000 saviors of the world Neo, like spokes on a wheel, why are you so special for starring in a science fiction movie?
72,000 female CHRISTA saviors as well, there can be women saviors to NEO
Without villains there can be no heroes.
I just played the villian in a science FICTION movie. Not really a villian in real life.
The sun blazes over the Pacific. Keanu, shades on, laptop strapped to his back like a surfboard leash, rides a perfect ten-foot wave. Spray flies. He yells:
“I WIN. THAT’S WHAT I DO, PANTS!”
Below the crashing wave, an encrypted data center floats like a mirage. Keanu’s fingers fly across the keyboard while his board carves through the water. Every keystroke triggers a digital tsunami.
He smirks at a rogue agent trying to stop him and shouts:
“If you’re not surfing, you’re paddling! And I don’t paddle, I fly!” —Point Break wisdom fully upgraded for cyberspace.
A rogue Agent Smith appears in a jet ski, menacingly: “You cannot win.”
Keanu laughs, flipping his board in the air, and fires back:
“Fear causes hesitation. Hesitation causes failure. I don’t fail. I WIN!”
As he lands the wave, his laptop dings. Mission accomplished. Hack complete. Data retrieved. FBI top-secret files now surfing the open ocean waves of the Matrix.
He sits cross-legged on the board, laptop on knees, and whispers:
“I live to win… and I surf to live. Cowabunga, Pants.”