He held two pills in his hands, one blue and one red. He sat in the arm chair, adjusted his glasses, and cleared his throat before fixing his gaze on the woman in front of him. She had no idea what was going on, or why he was putting these two options in front of her- but she sat patiently, waiting for him to speak, hands interwoven neatly on top of her crossed legs. She nodded so as to let him know he could start talking.
“Okay, you ready to hear this?
“Yes.” She answered.
“Are you sure?”
“Doubly sure.”
“Triply sure?”
“Triply sure.” She replied.
He took one huge breath before leaning in.
“This red pill represents truth- a rabbit hold, per se. Take this one, and you’ll start spiraling into an endless cosmic abyss, filled with new dimensions, fantastical worlds, supernatural entities, and many more things you’d never even dreamed of. It’ll take you to so many new places, away from the matrix, into another matrix, wherever your mind desires to go. It will expose you to all the harsh truths of reality, and you will never be the same again. You may not come out alive, but if you do, the truth will set you free.”
“Whoa. Gnarly.”
“Indeed. This blue pill right here, this one lets you believe whatever you want to believe. You’ll be fine accepting reality as it is, and can live on in blissful ignorance about the nature of reality. You’ll have all the knowledge you know now, but you can choose to be oblivious to the illusion that’s so radically in front of you. You’ll be uninvolved and hesitant to make real, substantial change. These are the only two options presented in front of you.”
The woman stared at both pills before her eyes danced to her boyfriend’s face. He was studying her keenly, and she could feel his intensity behind his square glasses. She cocked her head slightly to one side and wondered why he was trying to act so much older than he obviously was.
“Now which one will you choose?” He asked.
The girl shrugged before standing up and pushing both of his hands to the side, maneuvering between both pills and planting a small kiss on his lips.
“This one.” She said.
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