Living inside the Matrix against my will: The words of Scar The Awakened

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            I was profoundly upset by my so-called “therapist” today.  Man, was she a total flake!  I feel sorry for her, she’s obviously bought into the whole “he’s a psycho” thing and that really pissed me off.  So –ok, I really shouldn’t have wasted my good cape on an audience with such a prude.  It is obvious she wouldn’t know a good cape from just a run of the mill black leather fake.  Sheesh!

I am indulging the court system, I know I can’t fight an entire system of Matrix machine clones and she is prime example number one.  I counted how many times she blinked and it was half the amount a normal person would blink but I didn’t let on.

She thinks I don’t know her game but I play as it keeps me relatively safe until my counterparts can find my “true” body in the energy fields and set me free.  Sure I have to sit in her office for an hour twice a week and I know they are recording me but I’m not going to give them anything they want, I’m too smart for that.  They think they have me but they don’t have a clue as to who I really am.

It has come to my attention that the courts are filled with Agents and their stooges.  Trying to get a fair trial around here is like trying to dream yourself into Zion.  I only have another six weeks until my therapist sends in the evaluation and if I don’t please her she will send me back to St. Catherine’s and that is almost a fate worse than death, except I would still be living this “pseudo-life” but I would be force fed drugs that would impair my reasoning skills and keep me from contacting Morpheus.

Today my so-called therapist had the nerve to tell me I have “Delusions of Grandeur” and also that I use too many air quotes.  She asked me if I had begun writing my journal as I was asked to do and I told her no.  I think she might have some kind of heat sensor embedded in her skull as she knew immediately I was lying. 

It took the whole of the session to make up a story and tell her that I was afraid of the computer and had to write long hand in a notebook.  She seemed interested in my theories behind how and who controls the Internet.  I gave her the old standby info telling her that Al Gore invented the Internet and she proceeded to argue with me and tell me the guy never said he did, she said it was an Urban Legend.  We argued endlessly about this and by the time she noticed – it was time for me to go – and they call me an idiot!  I had effectively subverted any and all true reference of my insight to the Matrix. 

Well my fellow Matrix prisoners – don’t give up hope.  I have found a logarithm that might help us get the word out.  Keep your posts coming – except for Blue Boy from Pittsburgh – I seriously think you should seek help – there is no Star ship Enterprise and you are not Vulcan- they don’t exist!

            Scar- The Awakened.