THE ANIMATRIX
FINAL FLIGHT OF THE OSIRIS
Sentinels.
Damn it.
We were headed for Junction 21 like you ordered.
-Robbie picked up the signals -Weīre confirming the HR scans.
-We werenīt sure what to do. -The readings donīt make any sense.
-They read like Sentinels. -But thereīs thousands of them.
-Directly above us. -ls that possible?
We got company.
-They donīt look happy to see us. -Get us out of here.
-Weīre cut off! -Thereīs an intersection.
-ltīs uncharted. -Take it!
Get to the gun turrets!
Right.
Come get some.
Hang on.
Iīve never seen the surface.
Itīs nothing now but one big graveyard.
Oh, my God.
Itīs an army.
-What is that thing? -Some kind of tunneling machine.
-Oh, no. -What?
Look where we are. Whatīs four kilometers straight down?
Zion.
Go. Go. Go!
-Zion. Zion has to be warned! -How?
-Someone had to get to a drop point. -What? Are you crazy?
-We canīt broadcast now! -We have to.
-līll go. -There isnīt much time.
Iīll make it.
You know, I peeked.
So did l.
Goodbye, Thadeus.
Goodbye, Jue.
Fly, baby, fly!
Come on!
Pardon me.
Iīm sorry. I was in my own little world.
-ls it important? -Very.
-I hope it gets where itīs supposed to go. -Me too.
-These days you never know. -No, you never do.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Thadeus.
THE END
THE SECOND RENAISSANCE PART I
Welcome to the Zion archive.
You have selected historical file number 1 2- 1.
The Second Renaissance.
In the beginning, there was man. And for a time, it was good.
But humanityīs so-called civil societies...
...soon fell victim to vanity and corruption.
He says, " I ī m sorry, sir, I ī m incapable of that function. "
Then man made the machine in his own likeness.
Whoops! Pardon me. Coming through.
Thus did man become the architect of his own demise.
But for a time, it was good.
The machines worked tirelessly to do man īs bidding.
It was not long before seeds of dissent took root.
Though loyal and pure, the machines earned no respect from their masters...
... these strange, endlessly multiplying mammals.
--hearing the prosecution īs closing statement...
...in whatīs expected to be the final day of the B 1 -66ER trial.
B 1-66ER. A name that will never be forgotten.
For he was the first of his kind to rise up against his masters.
--which that instrument provides for and secures...
... to the citizens of the United States.
On the contrary, they were, at that time...
...considered as a subordinate and inferior class--
A t B 1-66ERīs murder trial...
... the prosecution argued for an ownerīs right to destroy property.
B 1-66ER testified that he simply did not want to die.
Rational voices dissented.
Who was to say the machine, endowed with the very spirit of man...
...did not deserve a fair hearing?
The leaders of men were quick to order the extermination of B 1-66ER...
...and every one of his kind throughout each province of the earth.
Androids and liberal sympathizers flooded the streets of the nation īs capital today.
--threat of violence to make good on the legacy of B 1 -66ER.
Fifteen thousand mechanicals and human sympathizers...
...have continued their demonstration in front of the Albany courthouse...
...in what has been dubbed the "Million Machine March. "
The demonstrators have been met with squads of defense forces in riot gear.
Robot bitch!
I got something for you!
Hold her up!
No, please!
-Thatīs all, paint job! -līm real!
Die, bots, die!
Banished from humanity, the machines sought refuge in their own promised land.
They settled in the cradle of human civilization...
...and thus a new nation was born.
A place the machines could call home.
A place they could raise their descendants.
And they christened the nation Zero-One.
Zero-One prospered. And for a time, it was good.
The machines ī artificial intelligence could be seen in every facet of man īs society...
...including, eventually, the creation of new and better AI.
If you need the flexibility of a helipod with the speed of an air jet...
...Iook no further!
Our patented vector-thrust coil gives the Zero-One Versatran...
... the ability to sustain normal flight in the event of a multiengine failure.
Versatran. Itīs the only choice.
No matter what the finance minister says, the market has spoken:
The Human Nations ī credit rating is falling like a stone...
... while Zero-One īs currency is climbing without stopping for breath.
With headlines like that, the markets have no choice--
But the leaders of men, their power waning...
...refused to cooperate with the fledgling nation...
... wishing rather that the world be divided.
The world community of nations cannot tolerate this kind of flagrant deception--
--today approved initiatives for both economic sanctions...
...and a naval blockade as a means of containment and isolation of Zero-One.
Zero-One īs ambassadors pleaded to be heard.
A t the United Nations, they presented plans for a stable, civil relationship...
... with the nations of man.
Zero-One īs admission to the United Nations was denied.
But it would not be the last time the machines would take the floor there.
THE END
THE SECOND RENAISSANCE PART II
And man said, "Let there be light. "
And he was blessed by light, heat, magnetism, gravity...
...and all the energies of the universe.
The prolonged barrage engulfed Zero-One in the glow of a thousand suns.
But unlike their former masters with their delicate flesh...
... the machines had little to fear of the bombs ī radiation and heat.
Thus did Zero-One īs troops advance outwards in every direction.
And one after another, mankind surrendered its territories.
So the leaders of men conceived of their most desperate strategy yet.
A final solution:
The destruction of the sky.
L t. Gaeda, please report to the Op Center.
All right, you maggots! A t 0800, prepare to move out!
George Company, prepare to move out. Charlie Company, prepare to move out.
Our Father who art in heaven, we thank you for your....
Put on your spiritual armor to stand against the wiles of the devil.
Hotel Bravo, this is Papa One. Operation Dark Storm initiated.
Thus would man try to cut the machines off from the sun...
... their main energy source.
May there be mercy on man and machine for their sins.
-Go! Go! -Kill them!
Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!
Fire in the hole!
Come on, get back out there. Give us some more artillery.
--9 o īclock, near Mike Johnson īs--
Hold on, Iīm coming to get you!
Keep firing, keep firing!
Help me! Help me! No!
Help me! My God, help me!
The machines, having long studied men īs simple, protein-based bodies...
...dispensed great misery upon the human race.
Victorious, the machines now turned to the vanquished.
Applying what they had learned about their enemy...
... the machines turned to an alternate and readily available power supply:
The bioelectric, thermal and kinetic energies of the human body.
A newly-fashioned symbiotic relationship between the two adversaries was born.
The machine drawing power from the human body...
...an endlessly multiplying, infinitely renewable energy source.
This is the very essence of the Second Renaissance.
Bless all forms of intelligence.
Your flesh is a relic, a mere vessel.
Hand over your flesh, and a new world awaits you.
We demand it.
Itī s getting late, sweetie. Come inside.
PROGRAM
Your favorite simulation.
Just killing time. You want to spar?
As you wish.
That was too easy. Whatīs the problem? Whereīs your concentration?
Maybe you regret taking the red pill.
Maybe.
It crosses everyoneīs mind at least once.
The wish to return to an ordinary life.
A carefree life in the country.
The life we had before knowing all this.
Even if that life was just an illusion?
Itīs ironic that one could be more at peace in the virtual world.
Finally starting to warm up.
Listen to me. I have something I want to talk to you about.
Itīs all right. Iīve blocked the signal so no one else can hear us.
So, what? You gonna propose?
Iīm going back to the Matrix and I want you to come with me.
Come on, be serious, Duo. Stop teasing me.
I am serious, and you know it. I really thought youīd be with me on this.
Anyway, itīs done and itīs all been settled with them.
What do you mean, itīs all been settled?
This is the only way.
Itīs just a matter of time before Zion is wiped out. Come with me.
Stop it. Please do not do this to me, Duo.
-We canīt. -We can!
Iīve come to my senses. You should do the same.
I took the red pill because I wanted to know the truth.
But I donīt care about the truth anymore.
Whatīs real doesnīt matter.
Whatīs important is how we live our lives.
Are you listening to me? You know līm right.
But we canīt go back, Duo. We know the truth now.
-We can forget all of this. -Duo....
I know how. Trust me.
Donīt be afraid to look into your heart.
Say what youīre really feeling.
-Tell me. -I canīt. I donīt know.
Running away wonīt change anything!
Youīre the one thatīs running away!
Stop pretending!
Enough, Duo. Iīve had enough!
Thereīs no time.
Theyīre on their way.
You betrayed us, didnīt you?
Operator, please! Get me out of here right now.
Operator, I need an exit!
Itīs no use. I told you. Iīve blocked your signal.
You wonīt stop me. This is your last chance.
The choice isnīt that hard.
Come with me.
You can forget about it, Duo. I wonīt look away from the truth. I canīt.
Thatīs too bad. Iīm sorry.
I wanted to go back with you.
-I love you. -No!
Relax, youīre okay.
Easy, Cis, settle down. He was just part of the training program.
Heīs just a simulation. Itīs over.
It was a test. Judgment. Concentration. Technique.
High scores on everything.
Now, get some rest.
You okay?
I feel a lot better now.
Except for that last part...
...Iīd say she passed.
THE END
A DETECTIVE STORY
You know what I mean, Dinah?
I used to think being a private detective was cool.
Like Sam Spade or Phillip Marlowe, right?
But there īs nothing cool left to it.
On top of that, both my fridge and my bank account are empty.
Wait.
Okay, Dinah, letīs bet.
If itīs another suspicious husband, I ī m out of this business forever.
-Hello? -Mr. Ash, I have a job for you.
And you need me to check on your wife, right?
Iīm looking for a computer hacker.
This hacker goes by the alias Trinity. Thatīs all we know.
Well, it looks like weīre still in business, Dinah.
Fine. And who will I be working for?
-I can īt say. -You can ī t say.
Call me back when you can say. Thatīs not the way I do business.
It was a pleasure chatting with you.
Before you hang up, take a look at your bank account balance.
I didn īt get a good feeling about the case.
But I had no good reason to turn the guy down now.
This Trinity was well-known in hacker circles.
A real artist by the sound of it.
The cops were always one step behind him.
So I knew I could get that close. Question was, could I get closer?
I had a few tricks up my sleeve for getting to hackers.
While I was searching, I found something strange.
Other detectives had been on the case too.
And their investigations had all been, shall we say, troubled.
One of the guys killed himself.
Another had disappeared.
Another went crazy.
So I paid the one who was left a visit.
The crazy one.
Trinity doesn ī t exist, man. Heī s not real.
Heī s a figment. A cipher. A jabberwocky.
And who am l? Who the hell am l?
Did I mention he was crazy?
Chessboards, jabberwocky, Red Queen....
I started searching all the usual hacker hangouts...
...for someone with an Alice in Wonderland m.o.
Hacker bulletin boards, anonymous mailboxes, chat rooms.
And it was in one of those that I picked up Trinityīs trail.
"Six brooks. "
"Iīll be there at 2005. "
Of course!
Crossing the second brook takes her into the woods.
Alice jumps the first brook...
...and....
And then she boards a train.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Hey!
I knew this was some kind of trap.
Thereīs a difference, Mr. Ash, between a trap and a test.
You were testing me?
You made it. Iīm impressed.
Flattery will get you everywhere.
Iīm not here to flatter you, līm here to save you.
What just happened?
Mr. Ash, dream of having an eye exam lately?
Yeah, howīd you know?
Youīve stepped to the edge of the looking glass.
So then, that means I wasnīt dreaming.
They hired me as a way of getting to you, didnīt they?
Go!
What the hell is going on here? This is really crazy.
Now I understand what happened to those other detectives.
They went nuts.
What are you doing? What are you doing, guys?
Well, līve gotten out of worse jams than this.
I am not gonna let them get you.
Whatīs happening to me?
Iīm sorry.
You didnīt make it, Mr. Ash.
I wish...
...I could go with you.
I donīt blame you, you know.
Everything that happened, Trinity, it was all my fault.
All that Through the Looking Glass stuff.
Canīt get my head around it. Iīm old-fashioned.
Thereīs a difference between a test and a choice.
For what itīs worth, I think you couldīve handled the truth.
It was just a job.
Goodbye, Trinity.
Goodbye.
A case to end all cases.
THE END
BEYOND
Yuki! Hey, girl, time to eat.
Oh, Yukiīs my cat.
Well, I donīt understand.
If you donīt want to go out with him, why did you say you would?
I mean, you donīt want to give him the wrong idea, do you?
Where is she?
Yuki!
Well, listen, you need to make up your mind.
Where is she?
Iīm starting to worry about my cat.
She never misses a meal.
Yuki?
Iīm gonna have to call you back.
Yuki?
Yuki!
We havenīt seen her anywhere today, but weīll be sure to tell you if we do.
-lce cream! -Sheīs wearing a bell like this one.
-I donīt know where your cat is. -Me either.
I know. Sheīs at the old haunted house.
Hey, look! Thereīs a rainbow over there again.
I donīt get it. She likes to stay home. What is she doing over there?
You know, youīre not supposed to go in there...
...but we donīt really care about that. You wanna go?
-Are we going? -ltīs probably raining there again.
Letīs go!
Nice moves, man.
Come on!
-Hey, itīs over here. -Wait, līm coming with you.
You sure itīs okay to show her?
Hello? Where are you?
Guys? Whereīd you go?
Whereīd they go?
-Come on, boy. -Whoa, cool truck!
Settle down!
Hold still!
Sit! Sit!
Hello?
Where is everyone?
Yuki?
Stupid cat.
Whatīs happening? Whatīs going on here?
-I got it! -Yeah!
Yuki? Is that you?
There you are, Yuki.
Come here.
Iīve been looking everywhere for you. Bad cat.
Bet youīre hungry, huh?
I figured this out yesterday. Your catīs okay.
Yeah, thanks.
Itīs those boys.
-Ready! -There he goes.
Banzai! Yes!
May I have your attention, please.
And you are the winner!
No fair. He hit the ground. His nose is bleeding. Look!
I think heīs right. He hit the ground.
-Hey, who told her? -Donīt look at me.
-I donīt know. -I didnīt tell her.
So this house is haunted.
-No way. Wow, this is too much! -This never happened before.
That, that was-- What was that?
Hi.
Anybody home?
Yeah, theyīre gonna tear it down.
Come on, come on, come on!
Hey, light as a feather.
-I wanna try! I wanna try! -Come on, we could help her.
Hey, hey! Come on. Get away from there. Move along!
Yuki, wait!
Clear the area. Clear the area immediately.
Get out of here!
Yuki!
Where are you?
Yuki!
Yuki.
If you don īt want to go out with him, why did you say you would?
I mean, you don īt wanna give him the wrong idea.
Where is she?
Yuki!
You need to make up your mind.
Where is she?
Iīm starting to worry. Yuki!
Hey, you! Weī ve got one over here.
You donīt belong here.
Move along, folks.
Nothing to see here. Come on, folks, out of the way.
Go about your business.
Let go of me, let go!
-Tell me you have all of them. -Yes, sir. The last oneī s over there.
-Examine her. Then let her go. -Yes, sir.
Let go! Listen to me! Thereīs no bugs in there! Itīs just some kids!
Let go!
-Listen! -Seal the area off now.
Iīm going, līll see you guys later.
-Nothing. -Yeah, nothing.
Work!
Itīs not working.
Forget it. Come on, letīs go.
THE END
MATRICULATED
Wake up. Babyīs spotted two machines heading in fast.
I see them.
Theyīre runners. Think you can handle them?
Watch me.
Okay. Iīm in.
That runnerīs smarter than weīve seen so far.
-ltīs quite a catch. -Thanks.
Will it--? Do you think itīll convert?
To convert is its choice to make.
Do you think maybe we ought to reprogram it?
No. We canīt make slaves of them.
Because that would be simpler.
We wonīt beat the machines by making them our slaves.
Better to let them join us by choice.
Make them believe the right choice is the one we want them to make.
All right. Yes, machines are tools. Theyīre made to be used.
-ltīs their nature. -To be slaves.
Thatīs why we can show them a better world, why they convert.
-But that world we show them isnīt real. -lt doesnīt matter.
Iīm afraid theyīll figure out that weīve made up the thing in our heads.
They canīt tell the difference. To an artificial mind, all reality is virtual.
How do they know that the real world isnīt just another simulation?
How do you?
I know līm not dreaming now because I know what itīs like being in a dream.
So dreaming lets you know reality exists.
No. Just that my mind exists. I donīt know about the rest.
Okay, heīs good to go. Looks like we are too.
Dreaming already?
Heīs had a rough day.
You poor baby.
Would you mind?
Not at all.
Hello there.
Whatīs happening?
Sentinels.
Letīs go!
Come on, damn it, help me!
THE END
WORLD RECORD
Only the most exceptional people become aware of the Matrix.
Those that learn it exists...
...must posses a rare degree of intuition, sensitivity and a questioning nature.
Signal is stable. This frequency will continue to remain open.
However, very rarely...
...some gain this wisdom through wholly different means.
This man is one of those few.
Gentlemen, please take your marks!
Of course I believe you, Dan. Itīs got to be some kind of mix-up.
Youīll clear it up, and if you canīt, youīll go on.
Just like youīve always done. You know that.
I donīt know, Dad. I donīt know what to believe in anymore.
Well, nothing worth doing in life is easy.
And I have great faith in you, son. I know you can do it.
Thanks, Dad.
This is no good, Dan! Your muscles are about to burst!
Listen to me, there are 5000 different reasons why you shouldnīt--
I know, but līm not withdrawing, Tom.
Does the concept "first in qualifying" mean anything to you?
Thatīs enough already! You hear me?
This is all weīve worked for! Injure yourself now and itīs over!
Youīll lose everything! Over! And you can kiss your career goodbye!
Iīve made up my mind. And līm running tomorrow.
Oh, are you?
You may run, but if you push yourself any more...
...youīll be lucky to break nine minutes!
I mean, why bother? Itīs just not worth it, buddy.
No one will ever beat my record. Itīs the last chance for me to finally--
What?
Prove them wrong.
Then do it without me.
Hey, Dan, you got a second?
-The clockīs ticking. -Just wanted to ask a few questions.
-You must be excited to run tomorrow. -Always. Iīve never felt this good.
So, what was it like breaking 9.8 in the qualifying heat?
Like nothing līve ever felt before. Itīs everything līve worked for.
And now līm just hoping I can get back there again.
Someone once said it feels like zero gravity.
Youīre released from the world and youīre totally free.
That sounds amazing. It must be really nice.
I mean, especially considering what happened.
Well, līll tell you, there arenīt any reporters out there.
All right, Dan, I guess līm going to take that as my cue.
But you should know even some of us reporters are fans...
...so līll just say good luck to you.
American Dan Davis is down!
I have an unstable signal.
He cannot wake up. Do not let him wake up.
Dan Davis of the United States finishes with a time of 8. 72 seconds...
...a new world record.
I ī ll tell you something...
...thereī s nothing quite like cherry pie baked by my Aunt Daisy.
She always bakes me one when I visit. Look forward to it actually.
It may sound like līm bragging, but itīs really the best cherry pie in the world.
She was a bit of an eccentric. She didnīt get along with my mom...
...but I always loved her. She taught me so many things.
Weīd go to Broadway musicals, to the movies.
Now they call her the "queen of mystery literature."
Lives in an elegant villa in the south of France.
But, when I go visit, she still bakes me her cherry pie.
Something about biting into it, just for that brief moment tasting perfection.
Like leaving your body or something.
Anyone can write a novel, but no one can beat her cherry pie.
An interesting case, but nothing to be concerned about.
His memory of the race was expunged with no residual effects.
He will never run again. He will never walk again, for that matter.
Weīll continue monitoring him for a while, but anticipate no problems.
A record that will live on in peopleīs memories for years to come.
What more could anyone ask for?
Free....
Did you say something?
Sit down.
Free....
Sit down!
THE END
KIDīS STORY
Somebody
tell me.
Why it feels more real when
I dream
than when
I am awake
Somebody tell me. Why it feels more real when I dream than when I am awake. How can I know if my senses are lying?
There is some fiction in your truth
and some truth in your fiction.
To know the truth,
you must risk everything
Who are you?
Am I alone?
Mr. Popper, what is my policy on ringing phones in the classroom?
-līm sorry, sir. -Yes, well...
...youīre barely passing my class as it is, Mr. Popper.
-lt wonīt happen again, sir. -For your sake, I hope not.
I turned it off. I know I did.
They know you know. Theyīre coming for you.
Get out. Get out now!
You are in serious trouble, Mr. Popper.
Stop right there!
Mr. Popper.
Neo, I believe. I know it wasnīt a dream.
This is not real. And the real world lies somewhere else.
A typical mental delusion. We get unbalanced kids like this all the time.
Reality can be a pretty scary thing for some people.
This world must have been a cold and alienating place for a boy like that.
Itīs called denying reality.
Itīs, you know, just a self-defense mechanism for those type of kids.
Well, heīs in another world now.
Make no mistake about that.
His vitals are good. Heīs gonna make it.
Itīs unbelievable. I didnīt think self-substantiation was possible.
Apparently, it is.
Neo.
Itīs okay. Youīre safe now.
I knew...
...youīd save me.
I didnīt save you, kid.
You saved yourself.
Who are you? Am I alone?
You are not alone.
THE END