Welcome to the Matrix debates. I, of course, am the charming and articulate Inky. My opponant is the somewhat inarticulate surfer guy Keeanu Reeves – er, that is to say Neo and our moderator for the evening is, inexplicably, Sinistar.
Sinistar: Beware, I live! I hunger!!
Inky: Quite. So Keeanu…
Neo: It’s “Keanu”.
Inky: Yeah, whatever Keershaw. So, in the matrix I get virtual steak twice a week. Have a nice virtual apartment with clean virtual sheets and I ocassionally get some virtual nookie. Granted, it involves an unrewarding virtual job, but how is that any different from life in “The Real World”? As far as I can tell, working in The Real World involves hazardous duty on funky space-hovercraft or Robotech-inspired gunner thingies.
Neo: Your free, dude! Free from the machines! Free too…
Inky: - free to live a sunless subterranian existance like some cliff-dwelling indian, eating ‘synthetic single-cell proteins, vitamins and minerals’, not to mention the crappy hippy-ass loom woven clothes. What’s the big payoff eh?
anybody care to take over?