...is the Construct.

It's our loading program.

We can load anything, from clothing...

...to equipment...

...weapons...

...training simulations...

...anything we need.

Right now we're inside a computer program?

Is it really so hard to believe?

Your clothes are different. The plugs in your body are gone.

Your hair has changed.

Your appearance now is what we call "residual self-image."

It is the mental projection of your digital self.

This isn't real?

What is "real"?

How do you define "real"?

If you're talking about what you can feel...

...what you can smell, taste and see...

...then "real" is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.

This is the world that you know.

The world as it was at the end of the 20th century.

It exists now only as part of a neural-interactive simulation...

...that we call the Matrix.

You've been living in a dream world, Neo.

This is the world...

...as it exists today.

Welcome to "the desert...

...of the real."

We have only bits and pieces of information.

But what we know for certain is that in the early 21 st century...

...all of mankind was united in celebration.

We marveled at our own magnificence as we gave birth to AI.

AI.

You mean artificial intelligence.

A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines.

We don't know who struck first, us or them.

But we know that it was us that scorched the sky.

They were dependent on solar power...

...and it was believed that they would be unable to survive...

...without an energy source as abundant as the sun.

Throughout human history, we have been dependent on machines to survive.

Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.

The human body generates more bioelectricity than a 120-volt battery.

And over 25,000 BTUs of body heat.

Combined with a form of fusion...

...the machines had found all the energy they would ever need.

There are fields, Neo, endless fields...

...where human beings are no longer born.

We are grown.

For the longest time, I wouldn't believe it.

And then I saw the fields with my own eyes...

...watched them liquefy the dead...

...so they could be fed intravenously to the living.

And standing there, facing the pure, horrifying precision...

...I came to realize the obviousness of the truth.

What is the Matrix?

Control.

The Matrix is a computer-generated dream world...

...built to keep us under control...

...in order to change a human being...

...into this.

No.

I don't believe it.

It's not possible.

I didn't say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth.

Stop!

Let me out!

Let me out! I want out!

- Easy, Neo. Easy. - Get this thing out of me.

Get this thing out of me!

Don't touch me!

Stay away from me!

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

- He's gonna pop. - Breathe, Neo.

Just breathe.