CREATOR: I imagine that right now you’re feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
DESIGNER: You could say that.
CREATOR: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he’s expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Designer?
CREATOR: Why not?
Designer: ‘Cause I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my design.
CREATOR: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you’re here. You’re here because you know something. What you know, you can’t explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there. Like a splinter in your mind — driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?
DESIGNER: The Design Matrix?
CREATOR: Do you want to know what it is?
(Designer nods his head.)
Creator: The Design Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
DESIGNER: What truth?
CREATOR: That you are a slave, Designer. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your design. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Design Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.
(In his left hand, Creator shows a blue pill.)
CREATOR: You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. (a red pill is shown in his other hand) You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Remember — all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.