"you catch on quick, man."
"its muscle memory, neo. think of the space bar and your thumbs nail it. because your thumbs have hit the space bar millions of times. but think about reverse ka, and your fingers dont hit automatically hit the reverse key and the ka key in one shot."
"most of it is from the old japanese. its katakana. see, the machines arent binary. no zero and one. theyre quantum-based, so instead of an open-close base of zero or one, open or closed, they use all numbers between zero and one."
"not could be, it is."
"how many cps? well, thats kind of hard to estimate. put it this way: picture all the particles in the known universe. not just atoms, but sub-atomic particles that compose atoms."
"well, its up there. in any case, the number of calculations per second the matrix can perform is greater than the estimated number of particles in the known universe."
"right."
"no, no. see, its not that simple. the machines, the programs that code, create, and maintain the matrix, the agents, they are code. there are different types of agents, many work unseen with no interaction in the matrix. then, there are the enforcers, the ones we know all too well."
"well, my point is, the machines code and recode the matrix by pure will. interaction with the matrix, the physical act of being there, by default, allows people to change their environment - the matrix. they move objects, make sound, affect cause."
"the equipment you carry up here. youre a freak. a good freak. youre neural kinetics blast past those of average humans. this, combined with your ability to suspend disbelief, allow you to change the reality of the matrix."
"good question. the machines create people through cloning, since, obviously, no coppertops have physical sex. theoretically, all clones in the matrix are exactly the same as when the first clones. they shouldnt be any different from normal, homegrowns."
"im trying to teach this fool some programming, man. hes stuck in the 20^th century. hes got no skills, man. without us, hes helpless."
"so romantic."
"holy shit."
"no fucking shit i got signal. dude, theyre changing it."
"shut the fuck up and get back here."
"theyre changing the matrix."
"sir, you gotta get down here."
"the matrix, sir. the coding is going nuts."
"not good, boss, i gotta compile a new descrambler."
"but theyre altering the code already. i cant even read it yet."
"morpheus, theres more ice in front of that mainframe than there is in antarctica. well never cut through it all."
"getting you in is no problem. maintaining the input. output and helping you is the problem. thats how they killed savior number four, if i remember right. they cut the signal and trapped him in there."
"i dunno. just gimme an hour, ill probably have caught up to them."
"fuck."
"theyre about to pull something. processing power is pouring into the agent programs and theyre locking onto your 3-d grid displacements.
"got it."
"four fucking agents, no wonder so much processing power is devoted to them."
"no goddamned way."
"operator."
"theyre putting all the coppertops to sleep. they froze the matrix."
"all processing power is being re-diverted to the agent program."
"theyre hitting your ghosts."
"what the - "
"theyre cutting comes, get to the access point on laxe - "
"operator."
"jesus, you too. where the fuck are you?"
"coming up on your left, ten miles, a rest stop."
"gimme five minutes."
"gotta get em out. they need an exit program."
"yes! did you like that?"
"exit ready sir."
"its all set. theres a pair of cops at the rest stop, though."
"fuck, fuck fuck!"
"crazy mothers!"
"whats wrong with her?"
"go!"
"come on, tough guy, come got some razor."
"did you see that? we beat him! a fucking agent! he gave up!"
"maybe he cant."
"last we saw he was trying to blow up the building. havent locked onto him since."
"his carrier signal just goes nowhere. but there is data going back and forth."