Keep your stupid questions to your stupid self.

[~~~~Closed~~~~]

what does bella have to do with this?

[Rev Thwack]

well, wouldn't you like her to tell you just what you might be getting into?

[~~~~Closed~~~~]

are you afraid to tell me yourself?

[Rev Thwack]

But wouldn't that ruin the surprise?

[~~~~Closed~~~~]

true...are you gonna do anything about these manifestation clones or do I have to remove them?

[Rev Thwack]

take another look around, do you still see them?

[~~~~Closed~~~~]

why...yes...I do...and there's more of them now...

[Rev Thwack]

Don't you just love those trick questions?

[~~~~Closed~~~~]

what trick question?

[Hoshiko]

You're both the same person, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?

[Rev Thwack]

how in the hell could we pull that off?

[Hoshiko]

Cloning? Time Warp? The Bermuda Triangle?

Am I sounding paranoid?

[Bella]

Would siamese twins count as the same person?

[MedeoPlusPlus]

Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

[B23.77]

Excercise?