You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed alone again. You walk down the street and see the same endless amount of girls you will never meet. In every kind of shape and coulour, from every country on Earth. You will not talk to them, not know them, not even kiss one. You will delude yourself with surrogates, each time promising yourself to be the last. Blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes. You will not see them for more than a fraction of a second. You will develop intelectual interest in a number of themes, pleadging to have done so your entire life.
You take the red pill, you go to Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
