As much as there is a part of you in me, there is a part of me in you.[to Mr. Robot]
A story could have a mediocre beginning and middle, and oftentimes it does, but always gotta have a wow ending. Otherwise, what’s the point?
You ever play Russian Roulette? They say once you pull that trigger, it changes you and you can’t go back to who you were before you heard that infamous click, the sound of cheating death.
We do f***ed up things to each other. And we hurt each other, and it gets messy, but that’s just us, in any world you’re in.[to Whiterose]
They were so powerful, they wrote the laws to benefit themselves. They got away with everything because they banked on us, all of us, to trust the system. That was our vulnerability, and they took advantage of it.
They packaged a fight into product. Turned our dissent into intellectual property. Televising our revolution with commercial breaks. They backdoored into our minds and robbed our truth, refurbished the facts, then marked up the price. This is what they do. It’s what they’re good at. This is their greatest trick. Lobotomizing us into their virtual reality horror show.
There’s the cost of living and the cost of dying. Seems you’re paying the price whether you’re coming or going.
There it is. That sense of dread. It only happens when you cross a line you didn’t even know existed. Maybe that dread is a good thing. After all, when you realize you’ve crossed a line, that means you still had one. But when those crossed lines are all behind you, up ahead is only darkness.
Our paths were too precisely linked to this moment for there not to be a reason. This is why. You get to decide.
Nobody is as perfect as they seem.
It’s time to finally take back control. Real control.
I’m not someone you push around with a gun. I am the gun.[to Vera]
