Character: Neo

- Uncle John, the voyeurism is not good! - were suddenly irrelevant principles of Neo.
- No one's watching!
- And listen, too!
I sighed, and Stuffed broke loose, flapped its wings, soared into the sky. Black silhouette flashed against the background of the crimson circle the moon and disappeared in the darkness.
- It was a reconnaissance event has justified me.
- People need to trust, - remarked the boy.
I patted his red hair and shook his head.
- Get rid of this dangerous delusion, and soon.

The architect warned that if I do not return to the source - midnight Zion will be destroyed.
- Come on. We're not able to foresee the consequences of our choices, and it effects the very existence of choice.
Why?
- He doesn't know what it means to the concept of - choice.

- You hear that, Mr. Anderson? This rock was inevitable. The steps of your death. Goodbye, Mr. Anderson!
- My name is... Neo!

- How did you know?
- I think you care quite another. You would have broken the vase if I hadn't said?

Choice. The problem is choice.
Choice. The problem is choice.

Hmm... Upgrade.

- Select. People always have a choice.

- The matrix is everywhere. It surrounds us. Even now, it is next to us. You can see it when you look out the window or turn on the TV. You can feel it when you work, go to Church, when you pay your taxes. The whole world pulled over his eyes to hide the truth.
- What?
- That you are only a slave, Neo. As with everything, you birth in chains. Born in prison, where you will not smell and will not touch. In prison for a reason.

- Why, Mr. Anderson, why? In the name of what? What are you doing? Why, why get up? Why continue to fight? Do you believe in some kind of mission, or are you just scared to die? So what's the mission, maybe you'll discover? This freedom, however, can be the world, or you fight for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Fragile logical theory of a weak man who is desperately trying to justify its existence, purposeless and meaningless! But, Mr. Anderson, like the Matrix, equally artificial. Only man can invent boring and lifeless, the concept of "love"! You have to see it, Mr. Anderson, to see and understand! You can't win, continue to fight meaningless. Why, Mr. Anderson why do you persist?
- Because it's my choice.

I know you can hear me, I feel you. I know you are afraid: afraid of us, afraid of change. I do not know the future, I'm not going to predict how it will end, I'll only say where to start. Now I hang up, and then show people what you wanted to hide, show them a world... without you, a world without the dictates and prohibitions, a world without borders, a world where anything is possible. What happens next is up to us.

I know kung-fu.

- All... Unrealistic?
- What is reality? And how to define it? The whole set of sensations: visual, tactile, olfactory - it signals receptors, the electrical impulses perceived by the brain.

- Do you believe in fate, Neo?
- No.
Why?
- Hate to feel manipulated.

Why am I here?
- Your life is the sum of the residuals of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You possible result of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I was unable to eliminate from what otherwise would be a harmony of mathematical precision.