Character: Elliot Alderson

I don't mean to be rude, I just... I'm just being honest.

This is the world we live in. People rely on the mistakes of others to manipulate each other, take advantage of each other, even start relationships with someone. The warm, tangled cycle of human nature.

Never make decisions while you're on morphine.

Elliot, tell me this: are you a one or a zero? Ask this question to. You "Yes" or "no"? Are you going to act or sit idly by?
- You hear too long staring at the monitor, life is not all binary.
- Of course, there are grey areas, but when you look into the essence of things, behind every choice is a one or a zero. You're either doing something or not. If you leave, so you decided to do nothing, to say no, and the point of no return. Out and you're not one of us, you become a zero, but if you stay, if you want to change the world, you become a "Yes," you will become one.

- What is the "Back to the future"? Let's go up on "the Martian".
- Kidding? First, Martian, looks like shit, second, you haven't seen Back to the future?
- I think this movie is old.
- You don't know, today is the day that Marty arrived in the future. When I was your age I wanted to review it on this day. How strange that it is today.
Why?
You wouldn't understand.

It is on everyone's minds and screens. Although it is one and the same.

How to understand that we control our lives? And not just use as know what we got and just? All the time trying to choose between two options. How are your two pictures in the waiting room. Or... "Cola" and "Pepsi". "McDonalds" or "Burger king"? "Hyundai" or "Honda"? Hmm... It's all the same blurry, right? Slightly out of focus, the very measure. It's the illusion of choice. Half of us can't even choose your own... cable TV, gas, electricity. The water we drink, the health insurance. And even if I could, it would matter? You know, if you choose insurance, just between the "Blue cross" and "Blue shield" - what's the difference? In fact, they not the same? No, you know... our selection of pre-paid for us, long before.

- I wanted to write you on "Facebook" but not have found you.
- I'm not on "Facebook".
What? Why?
- Because I hate it.

Sometimes I dream how I'm going to save the world. I saved everyone from the invisible hand, that brands us office badges, which makes us work on them every day controls us without our knowledge. But I can't. I'm not special, I'm just the anonymous, simple solo.

To be honest, I don't need to hate him. He's not bad. He's too stupid to be bad...

Damn, now I'm obsessed with time. Someone else's paranoia affects us. This does not make sense to argue. So we all try to avoid each other.

The concept of expectations is not clear to me. We are always on deadline, time is never waiting and so you have to manage it.

The question is, what is true. Maybe the truth does not? Maybe except our thoughts, there is nothing?

Look close to the seams connecting order and chaos. You see what I mean? Tears, holes. Seeing, hiding the truth? Why are they so desperately hiding under the mask? Or maybe they become themselves only when wearing a mask? Sometimes I want to know, what are you hiding, silent friend. What kind of mask you're wearing? Or are you afraid the same as everyone else? I? Am I afraid? No. I'm different.