The Message of the Matrix Films

The conception of computer science leads us to believe, That the possible digital world inside we should leave; When augmented with medicine and live, artificial arms, The human-robot may raise many loud alarms. A world of vast computer space with such dangerous functions, Ackermann would quake at such duplication gumption; To be able to copy yourself, to many times self-indulge, Makes others avoid your egotistical, delusional bulge. One tablet: Red or Blue? New life or your mundane existence? But the journey only validates relationships normal with persistence; Technology is carved by your own mind which has a kind superior, Who knows your limits, understandings and warm interior. Spatial transportation must be used for good and love, The digital space does not give integrity the shove; It’s our invention and must be bound by righteous laws, To forbid its abuses and imprison peodophile flaws. Muscles flex for good, healthy, and liberating computing, Your friendships, interests and creativity are for routing; Popularity, commendation and consolations are in store, For your happenings, occasions and scares which mean more.