Bladerunner<\/em>.<\/p>\nI was especially impressed by the excellent, unexpected ending:<\/p>\n
Neo has survived, triumphed even, when suddenly the action shifts to a quite new location. Its a college classroom or gym. People are sat in a circle. They are taking their head-sets off. There are comments about what a great game it was. A couple of the players reach down to the hold-all bags under their chairs. They take out machine guns and proceed to shoot the rest of the circle. We are still in the Matrix !<\/p>\n
Hey, you say, that\u2019s not how it ends! It ends with Neo in a phone box wondering what he\u2019ll do next and then doing a Superman – shooting off in to the sky.<\/p>\n
You are correct. That is indeed how the film ends and I can find no evidence at all that the ending I saw ever existed.<\/p>\n
So where the devil did it come from ? The usual accusation when I tell the tale is that I dreamt it. Which is quite possible. It was<\/em> an overnight flight . . . But it\u2019s an amazingly good dramatic twist-of-an-ending to make up while I\u2019m asleep . . .<\/p>\nAlternatively, what if you found you wanted to make more<\/em> Matrix movies ? Was this an original Director\u2019s ending which the studio immediately cut and replaced with the phone box so that they could make Matrix 2 ?<\/p>\nPossibly. But I can find no evidence.<\/p>\n
What I do notice, however, is that this is not the only occasion when I have experienced something which I clearly remember or knew to be the case in the past suddenly no longer being true in the present. These are usually quite minor items and easily dismissed as miss-rememberings, misunderstandings, mistakes. You have to be alert even to notice them, and even more so to remember them. I am alert and I do sometimes notice them. I point them out to my family when they occur. However, I cannot now remember them. I can give no examples. I am unable to. There are glitches in reality, but they escape us. This one, The Matrix\u2019s<\/em> ending, is the exception. I did not forget it.<\/p>\nSo what are we to make of it all ? There is the obvious possibility that we exist within a \u2018Matrix\u2019. Just like the movie. The glitches in reality are up-dates, or corrections to the code.<\/p>\n
This is not as ridiculous an idea as it might seem. Faced with the intractable absurdities of quantum weirdness, it has been suggested, as a logical possibility, that the existence of both ourselves and our world can reasonably be explained by the notion that we are living in a computer simulation created by a higher intelligence. Indeed, that we may be simulations ourselves . . .<\/p>\n
How are we to know ? Is there any way of telling ? Perhaps there is not. But I invite you to be alert, to notice and to try to remember. The evidence is out there. We must strive to hold on to it, to know reality.<\/p>\n
Unless it\u2019s better not to notice, and if you do, then to forget . . .<\/p>\n
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NOTE : This is a true story, as you may have gathered. Apart from this Matrix incident, the other major incident I do remember is when, after many years of travelling on the London Underground, Cocksfooters<\/strong><\/em> \u2013 at the top end of the Piccadilly Line \u2013 suddenly became Cock<\/em>fosters<\/em><\/strong>. Reality changed. And before that, Ticket to Ryde<\/strong><\/em> became Ticket to <\/em>Ride<\/em><\/strong>. <\/em>And who remembers when Abba used to sing take your teeth out<\/em>, before it became Chiquitita<\/em> ? (No, that\u2019s just silly. Stop it at once). The thing is, no one else remembers. Yesterday<\/em> has been quite forgotten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I saw The Matrix when it was first released. I was flying back to LHR on an overnight BA flight and it was one of that month\u2019s newly released movies. Sci-fi – always my favourite \u2013 but different. Fast, original and, of course, visually stunning. The best since Bladerunner. I was especially impressed by the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1878","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1878","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1878"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1878\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2174,"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1878\/revisions\/2174"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1878"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1878"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bundellbros.co.uk\/kevansmiscellany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1878"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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