[narrating] So this is what a revolution looks like? People in expensive clothing running around? Not how I pictured it.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[narrating] A simple program, a worm that can make data unreadable, malware that took Darlene maybe two hours to code. Is that really all it takes to kill the world?
You're losing it, kiddo. I'm only supposed to be your prophet. You're supposed to be my God.
Is any of it real? I mean, look at this, look at it! A world built on fantasy! Synthetic emotions in the form of pills! Psychological warfare in the form of advertising! Mind altering chemicals in the form of food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media! Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century! We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs, while we tossed the remnants into the ever expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses, trademarked by corporations, built on bipolar numbers, jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You'd have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit, that even you have lived in for far too long. So don't tell me about not being real: I'm no less real than the fucking beef patty in your big mac. As far as you are concerned, Elliot, I am very real. We are all together now, whether you like it or not.
[narrating] At 2 p.m. we'll checkout a basketball game. Hot Carla, the local pyro is usually there. She's become like my personal totem. I still don't understand why people like sports. They get emotional over the weirdest things. But I do see the beauty in the rules. The invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
[about Seinfeld] Maybe that's the show's point, that shit is just pointless, ya know? Life, love, and the meaning's therein. I tell you, the human condition is a straight up tragedy, cuz.
You might not think it's a way to live, but why not? Repeating the same tasks everyday without having to think about them. Isn't that what everybody does - keep things on repeat? To go along with the NCIS's, their Lexapro. Isn't that where it's comfortable - in the sameness?
This control you think you have, it's an illusion.
[narrating] How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask? When it's as much a part of me as I am?
[narrating] We keep fighting. Like the world we unmasked, we will find our true selves again. Maybe, after wiping away the thick, grimy film of Facebook friend requests and Vine stars, we can all see the light of day.
In the fallout of the Great Depression, FDR closed all the banks for a bank holiday and then he reopened them in stages when they were reported to being sound. Later, historians discovered what we in this room now know; that those reports, they are mostly lies. Nevertheless, it worked, it worked because the public believed the government had everything under control. You see? That is the business model for this great nation of ours. Every day when that market bell rings, we con people into believing in something - the [w:American Dream|]], or family values, could be freedom fries for all I care. It doesn't matter, as long as the con works and people buy and sell whatever it is we want them to. If I resign, then any scrap of confidence the public is already clinging onto will be destroyed. And we all know the con doesn't work without the confidence. If this was the best idea you could come up with for a win, I shouldn't be the one resigning. I have to head back to New York. Let me know when you've locked up the votes.
[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.
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.
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