Why do you persist?

I’ve been spending a lot of time on something has little impact on the world. Fixing a 12 eyars old game issues related to hacking.

It has so many spaces for hacking, that sometimes It feels It won’t end. evenmore, maybe my attempts to fix It are fueling gmz to create more hacks; I could say I don’t understand why he does It, but I kinda get It. Somehow I feel similar, I think.

Would It be something like this, gmz?

– Why, why? Why do you do it? Why, 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? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. 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?

– Because I choose to.


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