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@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ chickenshit (+no yes)
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=== intro ===
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Morpheus's face is impassive behind his mirror-like sunglasses. He
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-nods at his hands, each of which has a shining oblong object: a
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+nods at his hands, each of which holds a tiny oblong object: a
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pill. One is red, one is blue. Do you take the blue pill? Or do you
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take the red pill?
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@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ away, and you eye the other pill in his palm.
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Your fingers tremble as you grab the blue pill. Morpheus's hand
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lingers for a moment.
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-+ Snatch the red pill. -> [red_pill: have]
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++ Snatch the red pill too. -> [red_pill: have]
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+ Wuss out and take the pill. -> [chickenshit: yes]
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=== [blue_pill: have, red_pill: lack, chickenshit: yes] ===
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@@ -48,7 +48,7 @@ yellow ones."
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You put the pill into your mouth and you begin to feel the world
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around you reform itself into pure information before dissolving
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violently into digital nothingness. After what could be seconds or
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-what could be an eternity, you find yourself emerged in a pool of
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+what could be an eternity, you find yourself emerging from a pool of
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orange goo, covered in digital connectors. The pod is vacated, and the
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goo carries your body through pipes and futuristic tubing until you
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are found by a junky, floating vehicle. When the hatch opens, you are
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@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@ His piercing eyes turn to meet your gaze. "Yes," he says.
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You have both pills. In the moment before you down them, you see for
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the first time a hint of human emotion in Morpheus, a facial
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expression which even behind those impassive sunglasses conveys the
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-universally appreciable emotion: "What the fuck, man?"
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+universally appreciable sentiment: "What the fuck, man?"
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You open palm slam both pills directly into your fuckin' gob. Let's
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go, man.
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