Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy! Synthetic emotions in the form of pills, psychological warfare in the form of advertising, mind-altering chemicals in the form of food, brainwashing seminars in the form of media, controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bull****, a kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real. I’m no less real than the f*****g beef patty in your Big Mac.
The world is a dangerous place, Elliot, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
Sure, there are grays, but when you come right down to it, at its core, beneath every choice, there’s either a one or a zero. You either do something or you don’t. You walk out that door, you’ve decided to do nothing, to say no, which means you do not come back. You leave, you are no longer a part of this. You become a zero. If you stay, if you want to change the world, you become a yes. You become a one. So, I’ll ask you again: are you a one or a zero?
You don’t take down a conglomerate by shooting them in the heart. That’s the thing about conglomerates, they don’t have hearts. You take them down limb by limb. And as they unravel, their illusion of control unravels.
You think people out there are getting exactly what they deserve? No. They’re getting paid over or under, but someone in the chain always gets bamboozled.
What do you call someone who’s lost everyone? Mom, dad, sister, girlfriend, friends. A survivor? Or a walking time bomb? Elliot thinks the more he restricts everyone’s access, the less vulnerable he’ll be. But there’s a trade-off that he’s forgetting. If you block everyone, then what’s the point of being here? Of doing all this? Of existing?