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Communications intercept. Transmission detected Tue 11th of Sep 2007 at 08:26 AM by Adonai and ZestyO. Communique follows:
People of the City, attend my words!
Some of you have come here invited. Others stand here now only because
of random chance, passing by on an errand, or making their way to work.
They shall likely never realize their fortune, or the bounty of truth
which is placed into their lap today.
But rest assured I can make them understand. I can open their eyes.
A very smart man once said that reality is merely an illusion, albeit a
very persistent one.
But what if that persistence is also an illusion?
Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity.
Are we so desirious of these that we would purchase them at the cost of
our freedom?
Of our reality?
Of our very humanity?
Some of you know the question. You have asked and answered it.
Some of you have dreamed the question, but dare not speak it.
Others of you... You have the question within you, in a part of yourself
that suspects the truth.
Though you may slumber through this lecture and indeed through your
lives, it is still within you, in a part of you that cannot help but
desire to know the answer.
They who dream by day are congnizant of many things which escape those
who dream only by night.
Or rather, they who realize they are dreaming by day.
An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.
Are we standing at the edge of understanding, at a time when our
illusions are exhausted and all that is left to us is reality?
Is reality what we want? Cold, harsh, unyielding to what we might like
or dislike?
It has always been a choice. A choice left to each individual. But that
can change.
Illusions, no matter how precious, can be shattered.
I have always been gentle. I have always used a velvet glove.
But trust me when I tell you that I have a hammer now, and I am not
afraid to us it to shatter those illusions.
Dreamers can be awakened.
Those who have been deceived can be enlightened.
If what was taken from us is not returned, all this and more shall come
to pass.
This I promise you, in Neo's memory.