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

Neo is having a hard time getting a grasp of this. 

Neo : Right now....we're inside a computer program? 

Morpheus : Is it really so hard to belive? Your clothes are
different. The plugs in your arms and head are gone. Your
hair has changed. 

Neo puts a hand to his head and touches his hair 

Morpheus : Your appearance now is what we call residual self image.
It is the mental projection...of your digital self. 

Two chairs appear in front of them, and Neo reaches out to touch one. He runs his hand along it's back. 

Neo : This....this isn't real? 

Morpheus looks at him 

Morpheus : 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. 

A television appears in front of the two chairs, as Neo sits down in the chair beside Morpheus. Morpheus picks up the television control and turns it on. 

Morpheus : _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. 

Morpheus turns to Neo 

Morpheus : You've been living in a dream world, Neo. This...is the
world as it exists today. 

Morpheus changes the channel on the televison.
The sky is an endless sea of black and green bile. The earth, scorched and split like burnt flesh, spreads out beneath us as we enter the television. 

Morpheus : Welcome.....to the desert of the real...We have only bits
and pieces of information, but what we know for certain is
that some point in the early twenty-first century all of
mankind was united in celebration. We marvelled at our own
magnificence.... 

Neo looks confused 

Morpheus : .....as we gave birth...to A.I. 

Neo : A.I. - you mean Artificial Intelligence? 

Morpheus : A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of
machines. We don't know who struck first - us, or them. But
we know 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. 

Neo stares at Morpheus, with his mouth open. 

Morpheus : The human generates more bio-electricity than 120-volt
battery and over 25,000 BTVs of body heat. Combined with
a form of fusion, the machines have found all the energy
they would ever need. There are fields...endless fields,
were human beings are no longer born. We are grown. For
longest time, I wouldn't belive 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. 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. 

Morpheus holds up a battery to Neo 

Neo begins to panic. 

Neo : No....I don't belive it!! It's not possible. 

Morpheus : I didn't say it would be easy, Neo. I just said it would be
the truth.