Red Pill

"Yes. I'm ready. I want the truth. I... wait. What does it taste like?"

 

"What?"

 

"The red pill. What does it taste like? Strawberries? Cherries? I'm allergic to cherries. Also please no tomatoes. I hate tomatoes."

 

"...wait, let me get this straight. Are you saying you'd decide the fate of reality, not least your reality, and of the whole universe based on the taste of this little pill here?"

 

"Well, a bit, yes? But, also, didn't you say you offer nothing but the truth? Does that not include how the blue pill would have tasted? I guess I'll never find that out if I go for the red one."

 

"That is correct. Some parts of the truth can bar you from learning another. You'll miss a lot more of the blue pill than just its taste. That's the difference between a decision and a choice, Neo."

 

"Yeah, see, that's why I'm making extra sure I don't decide something I'll regret afterwards. Seeing how reluctant you are to answer my question, it probably really does taste like tomatoes. Does your oracle prophecy thingy even state which pill that supposed One even would take?"

 

"No. It doesn't. The prophecy doesn't care whether you ride into battle by yourself, with your flag held high, or if it has to kick you down the street like an empty soda can. You'll always end up in the same place. Only, which one do you think is more convenient? Which one do you want to be remembered for?"

 

"Good point. But you still haven't answered my question."

 

"It's peanuts."

 

"Thanks. That didn't need to take that long, did it?"

 

"No, it didn't."

 

"Yes.. um.. wait.. that's not peanuts, that's... It's tasteless... completely tasteless."

 

"Exactly. I didn't mean the answer was peanuts. Only the question is."

Done