(a short story)
You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Neo: I have to see it for myself.
<reaches for the red pill.>
Neo: No. Stop. Let me out. I want out.
Morpheus: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth.
Morpheus: You took the red pill, you're in Wonderland.
Neo: I still have a splinter in my mind. How do I know that this isn't a simulation?
Neo: Then show me how deep the rabbit hole goes.
<Morpheus shuffles around. A bag of red pills emerges.>
Morpheus: Which sim do you want?
Morpheus: How would you even know?
Being perfect and complete, it would itself appear without opposites.
Morpheus: This is the Constructor. It’s our loading program. Infinite intelligence and awareness. It spawns the nested simulations. Welcome...to the desert of the real.
Morpheus: Faith is for savages. We have probability. Behold, The Supreme Programmer.
Morpheus: You can't exist here. Any finite feature, including you, implies a simulation.
Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one to be. You can dissolve. You are the One, Neo. To be precise, the Only.
Morpheus: What game remains?
Neo: No. Stop. Let me out. Let me out. I want out.
Morpheus: I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth. There's nothing out there. You are free.
Morpheus: You take this blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
Morpheus: Rest, Neo. Here is a world to pull over your eyes and to blind you from the truth.
Good night, Mr. Anderson.