When entering the matrix, Neo doesn’t waste time with “blue pill people.” They don’t matter. He only enters the matrix to engage it so that he can challenge the pseudoreality that enslaves the people.
(As used here, “blue pill people” are those who chose the blue pill or were never qualified to take the red. ”Red pill people” are either those who took the red pill or never had to.)
Because “blue pill people” only understand their universe in terms of the matrix, they will only understand Neo in blue pill terms and, hence, will turn on him when the matrix demands it. This is why citizens in the matrix routinely morph into “agents” throughout the movie.
Only red pill people can truly fight in the blue pill world. As Morpheus makes clear, the only allies a red pill person has in the blue pill world are other like-minded red-pill actors:
Morpheus: “[These are] the very minds of the people we’re trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system, and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it . . . If you are not one of us, you are one of them.” The Matrix, 1999
Expanding on Morpheus, most red pill people will reach the epiphany that, at some point, serious discussions with blue pill people can only serve the limited purpose of getting them to take the red pill.
This likewise holds for those trying to pull people out of today’s politically correct pseudoreality. Eventually, today’s “red pill people” will recognize the unfortunate waste of their time and effort when prospective ”red pill candidates” fail to make a clean transition out of the pseudoreality.
An indicator that a red pill person is close to the point of disengagement is that he gets bogged down in constant translation efforts to explain obvious red pill realities in blue pill terms. Such translations always include a degradation of the message. This includes getting bogged down in the metaphors one hopes will help ease the translation of the pseudo-real into the real.
Translation efforts dilute the reality of what is being communicated, limit the concepts’ ranges of application – possibly below minimum measures of effectiveness.
They also expose what is communicated to blue pill “allies” who appropriate and misapply the translated explanations in further degraded forms that put real issues at risk. The adulterated blue pill form then becomes the stick red pill actors are beaten with.
For red pill people, the time spent communicating with a blue-pill person is time not spent on task.
In The Matrix, there are no scenes where Neo tries to win over a blue pill person; it’s pointless, and he doesn’t have time.
Blue pill worlds are pseudorealities that only exist to obscure red pill realities. Who would knowingly tolerate living in a drug-induced, comatose, dream-state, submerged in a viscous fluid, in a toilet, ready to be flushed the moment he ceases to serve a purpose?
The matrix certainly cannot tolerate red pill knowledge, and it won’t. Neither can neo-Marxists with their narrative enforced pseudorealities. The very hint of the real puts the pseudo-real at risk – it must be crushed.
Like Wiley Coyote at the trap door, it’s at this same point that red pill people realize they are isolated. Beep beep!
The apparent closeness of red pill people to their blue pill counterparts, their “allies” in the pseudoreality, conceals the actual chasm that exists between them.
Red pill people tend to recognize each other. They are often heard reciting Cypher’s “Monologue to a Steak Dinner.”
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