Morphing the Matrix

Morpheus: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember, all I’m offering is the truth – nothing more.

Lila: What if I would prefer not to take any of your seemingly bitter pills, o’ truth-holder?

Morpheus: You will die of starvation, fading away into obscurity slowly and miserably, like other malevolent scriveners before you – so it’s either Melville or Belle Ville, baby!

Lila: What if the answer to the question is not ‘either-or’?

Morpheus: What answer? Just take a goddamn pill!

Lila: But what if I neither want to awake in my bed to believe some fabricated fairytale nor go down your little rabbithole and follow you into your definition of wonderland?

Morpheus: Are you out of your mind? No one ever dared to suggest such an obviously absurd opinion to me before, not here, not in any other hollywood blockbuster screenplay. You don’t get to choose any other, self-made or made-up option! Who do you think you are? I’ll tell you who you are: You’re a nobody! I, on the other hand, could turn you into a superhero!

Lila: If taking neither pill means death – what happens if I take both?

Morpheus: Now you’ve obviously gone completely insane! Really, you must be stark raving mad. Sorry to tell you, but you’ve lost it, Lila! What happens? You will go crazy!

Lila: As to you I already am, it seems…?
Well, in that case: Don’t mind if I do.

(swallows both pills, then – seemingly enthralled or even entranced – breaks into chant, humming a loose, lew’d carol)

For as matter of fact: I already knew
That carefully mixing both red and blue
Creates its own magical colour called lilac:
Lone path to pursue with no way to turn back

A symbol of passage, between old and new!
Thus, phantom of mass-age, with all your a-do,
Go sell your old made-up morphine wonderland
To those who will follow you yonder, as planned.

Yet for me your ‘solution’ seems a shallow hole
So I won’t let myself transform into a mole
I’ve therefore arrived at this final verdict:
From this very moment I’ll write my own script.