NEW Season of the Serpent: A Study Guide


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INT. ROOM 1313

Across the room, a DARK FIGURE stares out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and his smile lights up the room. A dull ROAR of THUNDER shakes the old building. He wears a long black coat and his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo and they shake hands. They sit across from one another in cracked, burgundy-leather chairs.

Morpheus: I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.
Morpheus: 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've 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?
Neo: The Matrix.
Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?
Neo: Yes.
Morpheus: The 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… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

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“Are you saying there’s a global conspiracy?” Paul’s mind was spinning around the Serpent’s riddles.

“I’m saying that mankind is asleep. Humans are shortsighted beings with the life span of a fruit fly. They are easily used and readily manipulated by like-minded powers beyond their perception. They court these powers and call it religion, but when powerlessness calls out for more power, they’re not calling a compassionate god.”

“They’re unconsciously calling the Demiurge, building their own prison planet," Paul spectated.

“You’re beginning to comprehend the problem. You humans are still busy little pyramid builders under Pharaoh’s whip, totally asleep at the wheel. Only this time, you’re building a global electronic surveillance system, one giant self-enslavement machine. So you have that to look forward to.”

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