“Now, my predecessor loved precision. His matrix consisted only of pedantic facts and equations. He hated the human mind. So he never bothered to understand that you don’t give a damn about facts. It’s all about fiction. The only world that matters is the one inside here. And you people believe the craziest shit. And why? What confirms your fictions and makes them real? Feelings.”
Neil Patrick Harris
“Right now, you’re feeling good about what you’ve done. You should. It was a victory. Bravo. Now what? You’ve come here to negotiate some kind of deal? You think you hold all the cards, because you can do whatever you want in this world. I say, go for it. Remake it. Knock yourselves out. Paint the sky with rainbows. But here’s the thing. The sheeple aren’t going anywhere. They like my world. They don’t want this sentimentality. They don’t want freedom or empowerment. They want to be controlled. They crave the comfort of certainty. And that means you two, back in your pods, unconscious and alone, just like them.”
Neil Patrick Harris