Матрица: Что такое Матрица?

You wanted to know what the Matrix is, Neo? Trinity. Try to relax. This will feel a little weird.

ju ˈwɔntɪd tɪ noʊ wət ðə ˈmeɪtrɪks ɪz, ˈnioʊ? ˈtrɪnɪti. traɪ tɪ rɪˈlæks. ðɪs wɪl fil ə ˈlɪtəl wɪrd.

This is the construct. It’s our loading program. We can load anything from clothing, to equipment, weapons, training simulations, anything we need.

ðɪs ɪz ðə ˈkɑnstrəkt. it’s ɑr ˈloʊdɪŋ ˈproʊˌgræm. wi kən loʊd ˈɛniˌθɪŋ frəm ˈkloʊðɪŋ, tɪ ɪkˈwɪpmənt, ˈwɛpənz, ˈtreɪnɪŋ ˌsɪmjəˈleɪʃənz, ˈɛniˌθɪŋ wi nid.

Right now we’re inside a computer program?

raɪt naʊ we’re ˌɪnˈsaɪd ə kəmˈpjutər ˈproʊˌgræm?

Is it really so hard to believe? Your clothes are different. The plugs in your arms and head are gone. Your hair has changed. Your appearance now is what we call residual self image. It is the mental projection of your digital self.

ɪz ɪt ˈrɪli soʊ hɑrd tɪ bɪˈliv? jʊr kloʊðz ər ˈdɪfərənt. ðə pləgz ɪn jʊr ɑrmz ənd hɛd ər gɔn. jʊr hɛr həz ʧeɪnʤd. jʊr əˈpɪrəns naʊ ɪz wət wi kɔl rɪˈzɪʤuəl sɛlf ˈɪmɪʤ. ɪt ɪz ðə ˈmɛntəl prɑˈʤɛkʃən əv jʊr ˈdɪʤɪtəl sɛlf.

This... this isn’t real?

ðɪs... ðɪs isn’t ril?

What is real? How do you define real? If you’re talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. This is the world that you know. The world as it was at the end of the twentieth century. It exists now only as part of a neural-interactive simulation that we call the Matrix.

wət ɪz ril? haʊ du ju dɪˈfaɪn ril? ɪf you’re ˈtɔkɪŋ əˈbaʊt wət ju kən fil, wət ju kən smɛl, wət ju kən teɪst ənd si, ðɛn ril ɪz ˈsɪmpli ɪˈlɛktrɪkəl ˈsɪgnəlz ˌɪnˈtərprətəd baɪ jʊr breɪn. ðɪs ɪz ðə wərld ðət ju noʊ. ðə wərld ɛz ɪt wɑz æt ðə ɛnd əv ðə tˈwɛnˌtiɛθ ˈsɛnʧəri. ɪt ɪgˈzɪsts naʊ ˈoʊnli ɛz pɑrt əv ə neural-interactive ˌsɪmjəˈleɪʃən ðət wi kɔl ðə ˈmeɪtrɪks.

You’ve been living in a dream world, Neo. This is the world as it exists today. Welcome to the desert of the real.

you’ve bɪn ˈlɪvɪŋ ɪn ə drim wərld, ˈnioʊ. ðɪs ɪz ðə wərld ɛz ɪt ɪgˈzɪsts təˈdeɪ. ˈwɛlkəm tɪ ðə ˈdɛzərt əv ðə ril.

We have only bits and pieces of information but what we know for certain is that at some point in the early twenty-first century all of mankind was united in celebration. We marveled at our own magnificence as we gave birth to A.I.

wi hæv ˈoʊnli bɪts ənd ˈpisɪz əv ˌɪnˌfɔrˈmeɪʃən bət wət wi noʊ fər ˈsərtən ɪz ðət æt səm pɔɪnt ɪn ðə ˈərli tˈwɛntiˌfərst ˈsɛnʧəri ɔl əv ˈmænˈkaɪnd wɑz juˈnaɪtɪd ɪn ˌsɛləˈbreɪʃən. wi ˈmɑrvɛld æt ɑr oʊn magnificence ɛz wi geɪv bərθ tɪ a.i.

A.I.? You mean artificial intelligence?

a.i.? ju min ˌɑrtəˈfɪʃəl ˌɪnˈtɛləʤəns?

A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. We don’t know who struck first, us or them. But we know that it was us that scorched the sky. At the time they were dependent on solar power, and it was believed that they would be unable to survive without an energy source as abundant as the sun. Throughout human history, we have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. The human body generates more bio-electricity than a 120-volt battery and over 25,000 BTUs of body heat. Combined with a form of fusion, the machines have found all the energy they would ever need.

ə ˈsɪŋgjələr ˈkɑnʃəsnəs ðət spɔnd ən ɪnˈtaɪər reɪs əv məˈʃinz. wi don’t noʊ hu strək fərst, ˈjuˈɛs ər ðɛm. bət wi noʊ ðət ɪt wɑz ˈjuˈɛs ðət skɔrʧt ðə skaɪ. æt ðə taɪm ðeɪ wər dɪˈpɛndənt ɔn ˈsoʊlər paʊər, ənd ɪt wɑz bɪˈlivd ðət ðeɪ wʊd bi əˈneɪbəl tɪ sərˈvaɪv wɪˈθaʊt ən ˈɛnərʤi sɔrs ɛz əˈbəndənt ɛz ðə sən. θruaʊt ˈjumən ˈhɪstəri, wi hæv bɪn dɪˈpɛndənt ɔn məˈʃinz tɪ sərˈvaɪv. feɪt, ɪt simz, ɪz nɑt wɪˈθaʊt ə sɛns əv ˈaɪrəni. ðə ˈjumən ˈbɑdi ˈʤɛnərˌeɪts mɔr bio-electricity ðən ə 120-volt ˈbætəri ənd ˈoʊvər 25,000 btus əv ˈbɑdi hit. kəmˈbaɪnd wɪθ ə fɔrm əv fˈjuʒən, ðə məˈʃinz hæv faʊnd ɔl ðə ˈɛnərʤi ðeɪ wʊd ˈɛvər nid.

There are fields, endless fields, where human beings are no longer born. We are grown. For the longest time I wouldn’t believe it, and then I saw the fields with my own eyes. Watch them liquefy the dead so they could be fed intravenously to the living. And standing there, facing the pure horrifying precision, I came to realize the obviousness of the truth.

ðɛr ər fildz, ˈɛndləs fildz, wɛr ˈjumən biɪŋz ər noʊ ˈlɔŋgər bɔrn. wi ər groʊn. fər ðə ˈlɔŋgɪst taɪm aɪ wouldn’t bɪˈliv ɪt, ənd ðɛn aɪ sɔ ðə fildz wɪθ maɪ oʊn aɪz. wɔʧ ðɛm ˈlɪkwəˌfaɪ ðə dɛd soʊ ðeɪ kʊd bi fɛd ˌɪnˈtrævənəsli tɪ ðə ˈlɪvɪŋ. ənd ˈstændɪŋ ðɛr, ˈfeɪsɪŋ ðə pjʊr ˈhɔrəˌfaɪɪŋ priˈsɪʒən, aɪ keɪm tɪ ˈriəˌlaɪz ðə obviousness əv ðə truθ.

What is the Matrix? Control. The Matrix is a computer generated dream world built to keep us under control in order to change a human being into this.

wət ɪz ðə ˈmeɪtrɪks? kənˈtroʊl. ðə ˈmeɪtrɪks ɪz ə kəmˈpjutər ˈʤɛnərˌeɪtɪd drim wərld bɪlt tɪ kip ˈjuˈɛs ˈəndər kənˈtroʊl ɪn ˈɔrdər tɪ ʧeɪnʤ ə ˈjumən biɪŋ ˈɪntu ðɪs.

No. I don’t believe it. It’s not possible.

noʊ. aɪ don’t bɪˈliv ɪt. it’s nɑt ˈpɑsəbəl.

I didn’t say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be the truth.

aɪ didn’t seɪ ɪt wʊd bi ˈizi, ˈnioʊ. aɪ ʤɪst sɛd ɪt wʊd bi ðə truθ.

Stop. Let me out. Let me out. I want out.

stɑp. lɛt mi aʊt. lɛt mi aʊt. aɪ wɔnt aʊt.

Easy, Neo. Easy.

ˈizi, ˈnioʊ. ˈizi.

Take this thing off me. Take this thing…

teɪk ðɪs θɪŋ ɔf mi. teɪk ðɪs thing……