entities. More practically, maybe humans simply decided to recycle the obsolete
slave machines into this Matrix/Zion prison to operate their underworld fusion
reactor for them. I guess we'll have to wait until November to find out for
sure.
... I wonder if moviegoers will feel cheated upon learning that these story
characters who all this time they've been identifying with and cheering for are
really only cogs of a machine? You *should* feel so cheated that you CRY,
because that is *the entire point* of Plato's Cave. There's a brilliantly
shocking (and importantly microcosmic) moment in Second Renaissance where an
attractive woman is cornered and mauled by a gang of hostile men during the
robot riots. She is wearing a Red dress. As they tear away the screaming woman's
clothing, you initially feel a sting of desperation for her imminent
vicitimization, but then synthetic flesh is
smashed open to reveal her as only another robot, and you realize that your
feelings have been manipulated, your sympathies misplaced onto a manequin
of cold metal. ...It's a very strange sensation -- a horrible betrayal of
perception, like the glare of sunlight showing new truth to those within the
cave of Plato's famous analogy. I suspect that this emotional "gotchya!" is the
aim of the *Matrix* trilogy, with the forthcoming unmasking of the machine-truth
expressing, on operatic proportions, the love-hate relationship that man