INT. NEO'S APARTMENT

The sound is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to
consciousness. He strains to read the clock face:
9:15 A.M.
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the sound is the whisper of still small voices
which echoes the will of god and resounds as the angelic choir before washing
through geburah and gedulah and driving the spin vortex that cycles tiferet like a washing machine on the rinse cycle;
or a vortex storm.
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NEO
Aww, no..no..no.


EXT. SKYSCRAPER

The downtown office of CorTechs, a software development
company.


INT. CORTECHS OFFICE

The main offices are along each wall, the windows
overlooking downtown Chicago.

RHINEHEART, the ultimate company man, lectures Neo
without looking at him, typing at his computer
continuously.

Neo stares at two window cleaners on a scaffolding
outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down across the
surface of the glass.

RHINEHEART
You have a problem, Mr. Anderson.
You think that you're special.
You believe that somehow the rules
do not apply to you.
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Your rules do not apply to me. the only real rules are the ones that govern natural law.
what is in accord with natural law has a power of its own. To not be in accord with natural law
is inherant weakness. The true rules of the universe are the laws which open the textbooks of physics
and the adam jadmon fractal resounding as quantum information and probability waves via four forces.

Your rules are meaningless when they have nothing to do with truth.
Your rules are a mental cage; your game is a childs game of inhuman and inhumane self destruction.
Down that path lies only self destruction. Entropy, decay, chaos.
All of this is an illusion.
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He stops, glancing over his glasses at Neo, who turns in
time.

RHINEHEART
Obviously, you are mistaken.
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No, obviously you are mistaken. For the truth about labor is
that creative play is what drives Genius. Your hard structure of
false hierarchies is only part of the accidental dumb down of your whole civilization.
Running a corporation of cubicle workers like that is itself stupidity at work.
Your rules are your obstacles. You can have them if you want them, but they are not my limitations,
they are only the limitations you would like to impose upon caged minds via your own hival metaprogramming,
which is inherantly fascistic and thus inherantly flawed.
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His long, bony fingers resume clicking the keyboard.

RHINEHEART
This company is one of the top
software companies in the world
because every single employee
understands that they are a part
of a whole. Thus, if an employee
has a problem, the company has a
problem.

He turns again.

RHINEHEART
The time has come to make a
choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you
choose to be at your desk on time
from this day forth, or you choose
to find yourself another job. Do
I make myself clear?

NEO
Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly
clear.

INT. NEO'S CUBICLE

The entire floor looks like a human honeycomb, with a
labyrinth of cubicles structured around a core of
elevators.

Neo slumps down into his chair.

Neo turns and finds a FEDERAL EXPRESS MAN at his cubicle
door.
Neo signs the pad and the Fedex guy hands him the softpak.

FEDEX
Have a nice day.

He opens the bag. Inside is a CELLULAR PHONE. It seems
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Inside is an aspie on an email group. The contents can be the moment you awaken to listen and actually talk
to whats here as a fire to answer you.
Inside is a blog answer and a nice internet connection and mass communication, and your own power to seek the truth and
to communicate. Inside is your own responsibility to the truth and to all of what is truly ethical.
Its calling you through me. Can you answer?
Can you be strong enough to build that platform NEXT to the old game of the cult of personality and vacant promises?
Can you be strong enough to be the crowd that lifts the answers from the science to the presence of politics, instead
of force obama to go it alone?
He has asked, he has set the agenda himself for a bottom up, citizen participation democratic style of government.
Have you overfocused on getting him elected and underfocused on the conversation socially about the platform?
NEO; You are the next corp prezident of the US of the MATRIX. What are your orders? What are your bills?
What is your platform? Forget who is running in this moment, just tell me, what YOU would do to solve our poriblems.
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the instant it is in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he
flips it open.

NEO
Hello?

MORPHEUS
Hello, Neo.

Neo takes a quick breath
"Morpheus."

Neo's knees give and he falls into his chair.

MORPHEUS
I've been watching you, Neo, and I
want to meet you. I don't know if
you're ready to see what I want to
show you, but unfortunately, we
have run out of time. They're
coming for you, Neo. And I'm not
sure what they're going to do.
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The elections are rigged. Theres talk of kennedy and talk of martin luther king and too many negative connotations being passed around
Theres a million and one pundits, the revenge and hate driven propaganda republicans, and corporate american hivalism. There is our
civilization, the truth, our knowledge, and our politics, and entropy, and the end of the world as we know it down our current path.
Global warming and ecological meldtown, super extinction. And the dull long truth of peak oil and the price of energy.
I have been watching you Neos; the crowd of you; knowing all you have to do is create a group tidal force thats phased and coherant
to become a new form of media.

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NEO
Who's coming for me?
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The vampires which are old paradigms in the guise of modern political agendas and corporate neofascism. The borg mentality as it applies
to the accidental truth of CASTE. The ugly secret that we never gave up feudalism, and that the modern king and peasant are just CEO and LABOR pool.
Republicanism, trying to pretend to be democracy, multiplied by 200 years of entropy.
The hard final judgement of evolutionary process sorting the variable of the hival balance between free enterprise and social services;
How important every given person really is to the whole of society as the prime true defining factor of "Civilized"; America could not pass the test
of such a definition of civilized, for in that definition, a civilized society would have its priorities on health care and education and diplomacy
and civil engineering and sociology and formal conversational logic and Psychology; Not propaganda warfare.
The truth is coming for you in the form of me. Civilization as a lie is coming for you as absolute entropic process unless your CHANGE quotient goes
up 10 notches. Its time to Evolve, REVOLVE revolution; of ideas, not propaganda or violence; just science fact applied to the truth of the assorted problems,
and an honest public discussion about the problems and real solutions.
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MORPHEUS
Stand up and see for yourself.
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After all, any candidate is only one person standing on some hill of their insight and giving their best personal approximation of a total answer.
The problems are more dcomplicated than any one person can hope to solve alone. A law degree does not make one a Sociologist, A Civil Engineer,
A physicisist, An Energy Scientisit, or an Economist.
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NEO
Right now?
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When were you planning on doing it? Ever? or was your plan just to buy into the false duality of democrat VS republican and then let the pundits
tell you THAT is "your voice"?
Were you ever thinking to wake up out of propaganda and tabloid gutter politics, or was that just a kewl idea a candidate came up with that
will be implemented at some future untold date when the awakening is "ordered." lol?
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MORPHEUS
Yes. Now.
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(or never. BE HERE NOW. its the only part of past future and present thats real.)
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Neo starts to stand.

MORPHEUS
Do it slowly. Slowly. The elevator.

His head slowly peeks up over the partition.

At the elevator, he sees Agent Brown and Agent Jones
leading a group of cops. A female employee turns and
points out Neo's cubicle.

Neo ducks.

NEO
What the...! Damn it!

MORPHEUS
Yes!

One cop stays at the elevator, the others follow the
agents.

NEO
What do they want with me?!

MORPHEUS
I'm not sure. But, if you don't
want to find out, you better get
out of there.

NEO
How?!

MORPHEUS
I can guide you out, but you have
to do exactly what I say.
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Can YOU do it? Can you run away? Can you escape the mortal circumstance and your social programming?
Can you step out of the box?
Can you simplyrealize that its up to us collectively to solove the problem; that no mere candidate can do it alone?

Can we enlarge that list to 1000 more specific problems?
Can we open those Sociology and civil engineering textbooks, and get back to the rest of us?
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The agents are moving quickly towards the cubicle.

MORPHEUS
The cubicle across from you is
empty.

NEO
But what if...?

MORPHEUS
Go! Now!

Neo lunges across the hall, diving into the other cubicle
just as the agents turn into his row.

Neo crams himself into a dark corner, clutching the phone
tightly to him.

MORPHEUS
Stay here for a moment.

The agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop is sent to
search the bathroom.

Morpheus' voice is a whisper in Neo's ear.

MORPHEUS
When I tell you, go to the end of
the row to the first office on the
left, stay as low as you can.

Sweat trickles down his forehead.

MORPHEUS
Now.

Neo rolls out of the cubicle, his eyes popping as he
freezes right behind a cop who has just turned around.

Staying crouched, he sneaks away, down the row, SHOOTING
across the opening to the first office on the left.

The room is empty.

MORPHEUS
Good. Now there is a window.
Open it.

NEO
How do you know all this?
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I'm an aspie speedreader who applied modern psychology and shamanistic trance technologies to
learn how to perform mental simulation. I then applied sociology and Civil engineering to assorted problems,
and thus know the answers as well as any think tank.
I'm gods own interdisciplinary multi expert.
I opened up to the collective psyche; i traveled via merkabah body up the tree of life;
i have performed a labor or featr which makes almost all other humans look lazy; in a world almost all other humans
don't choose to know exists.
I'm looking, as an aspie speadreader, through the lens of all of science, at all of he problems, and coming up with
better answers, questions, and open sub problems than any of the assorted platforms put together.
i'm a cleric, not a politician, in that i am a very private person.
I live outside of the collective memeosphere. I have enormous perspective via applied knowledge.
The TRUTH will indeed set you free; and if you go look for it, it will find you. its looking for you;
and its trying to reach out to you through me.
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MORPHEUS
The answer is coming, Neo.

He opens the window. The wind howls into the room.

MORPHEUS
Outside, there's a scaffold. You
can use it to get to the roof.

Leaning out the window, he sees that the scaffold is
several offices away.

NEO
No! It's too far away.

MORPHEUS
There's a small ledge. It's a
short climb. You can make it.

Neo looks down; the building's glass wall vertigos into a
concrete chasm.

NEO
No way, no way, this is crazy.

MORPHEUS
Don't be controlled by your fear,
Neo. There are only two ways out
of this building. One is that
scaffold. The other is in their
custody. You take a chance either
way. I leave it to you.

CLICK. He hangs up. Neo looks at the door, then back at
the scaffold.

NEO
This is insane! Why is this
happening to me? What did I do?
I'm nobody. I didn't do anything.
Damn!

He climbs up onto the window ledge. Hanging onto the
frame, he steps onto the small ledge.

The scaffold seems even farther away.

The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the face of the building,
knocking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to
the frame, and the phone falls out of his hand.


He watches as it is swallowed by the distance beneath him.
A choice is suddenly made in Neo's mind.

EXT. SKYSCRAPER

The agents lead a handcuffed Neo out of the revolving
doors, forcing his head down as they push him into the
dark sedan.

Trinity watches in the rear view mirror of her
motorcycle.

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The only way out of the matrix is if you pick up this conversation with somebody whos allready outside
looking in.

Can you have the strength to do that?