[narrating] When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos, do you see the same things I see? The strain, the tears, the glimpses of truth hidden underneath. Why do they fight so desperately to mask what they are? Or is it that they become who they are when they put on the mask? Sometimes I wonder what you hide behind, my silent friend. What mask do you wear? Or are you just as afraid as the rest of them? Me? Am I afraid? Nah, man. I'm different.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
ANAntara Nayar
Guy walks up to a woman at a bar. He flirts with her, he makes small talk, but the woman insists she isn't going to go home with him. Guy says, "What if I offer you a million dollars to sleep with me?" The woman has never had a million dollars in her life. She stops and considers the offer very seriously. Guy changes his mind and says, "What if I change my offer to a dollar instead?" The woman is aghast, "What kind of woman do you think I am?" Guys says, "Well we've already figured that out, now we're just negotiating."
Look at these guys, what do you see? A lot of care and effort that amounts to a pretty shitty game. What does Maxine see? A bunch of dumb animals who can't think past getting a ball in a hoop. What do they want you to see? Badass homies, ready to kill if you step to them. The question is, which is the truth? Maybe all of them. Maybe none of them. Maybe truth don't even exist. Maybe what we think is all we got.
BBrock
It's obvious why they use you as their patsy. You give off a very sympathetic, honest vibe. You're the perfect vessel for their lies.
Yeah, well, I don't... I don't know what to say to that but, uh... I'll agree with you that, uh... it sure as hell feels like there's something bigger than me in control.
BBrock
Thank you.
For what?
BBrock
Tomorrow, I'm gonna be a hero.
I'm sorry?
BBrock
You may just be a patsy, but you're an important one. In fact, I don't think I've ever met a bigger crisis actor than you before. This is for our country.
What do they see when they see you coming?
[narrating] And this is why I'm different. Sometimes my mask takes over. [aloud] Why did you talk to him?
Because I'm gonna make you realize.
What? What will you make me realize?
That they see me.
[narrating] It was feeling good, for a few days. It really was, wasn't it? But this is the fifth day of not sleeping, I think. "Fifth"... Isn't that a funny word? Shit. There it is again. Panic. Here it comes again. Remember? That sudden sensation of fear. Overwhelming fear. Burrowing its way underneath my brain. Making itself at home. Nesting. Screaming in my mind.
I have burrowed underneath your brain. I am nested there. I am the scream in your mind. You will cooperate, my son. I will make you, because I own you.
I will not be owned.
[narrating] Mr. Robot has become my God, and like all gods their madness takes you prisoner.
[narrating] Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion...exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their...their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth...that there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness. That's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.
Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a piss at the end of a double rainbow...You know that bullshit people say about how when you fall you gotta get up? I reject that shit, man. You know why? The whole thing is a fall, it can't help but be. A perpetual state of grasping in the dark. It's not about getting up, it's about stumbling, stumbling in the right direction. It's the only true way to move forward.
[narrating] Maybe it's not about avoiding the crash. But it's about setting a break point to find the flaw in the code, fix it, and carry on until you hit the next flaw, the quest to keep going...to always fight for footing. Maybe we're all just stumbling from the right questions to the wrong answers, or from the right answers to the wrong questions. It doesn't matter where you go and where you come from, as long as you keep stumbling. Maybe that's all it takes. Maybe that's as good as it gets.
Don't tell me you're having second thoughts. You wouldn't want me to worry about you.
I need to know what's going on.
It's not safe. I wish it were... oh how I wish, how I wish. I think about you a lot, Elliot. I think about that night, when we became gods.
[narrating] Asking for help was never Darlene's strong suit, but then again is it anyone's? An admission of weakness. But you can't avoid the simple truth - the only way to patch a vulnerability is by exposing it first. The flip side being that exposing the vulnerability leaves you open for an exploit.
[narrating] Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves everyday. We photoshop our warts away, we edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista's wrong - annihilation is all we are.
You wanna help? Be a man and let me be upset.
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