In The Matrix, how are babies made?

immarcbtw@iusearchlinux.fyi to Showerthoughts@lemmy.world – 135 points –

Being stuck in a pod by yourself makes it kinda difficult to get intimate with someone in the real world.

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The answer is in the movie. When explaining the Matrix to Neo, Morpheus says: "There are fields, endless fields, where human beings are no longer born, we are grown."

https://youtu.be/IojqOMWTgv8

Doesn't specify the exact how, but it's strongly implied that it is through either cloning or artificial gestation.

They use robo arms to just rub people's limp bodies together.

It's cloning. That how Neo has been born over and over again.

The machines stores the generic code of all the first humans they put in pods and then they just crank out copies.

I completely forgot about that part of the movie. Thanks for the reminder!

I think you are due for a re-watch! It's great when it's been a few years and you can enjoy some of the bits you forgot about.

Unfortunately we can never experience the big reveal for the first time again. It was absolutely mind-blowing watching him wake up in the pod on the big theater screen for the first time. That was the coolest movie experience I've ever had.

Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. So many firsts to revisit

Are you saying to watch ESotSM, or to utilize its one weird trick?

Both

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Unfortunately I cannot forget even a second of The Matrix.

Fortunately, I don’t need to. It’s like listening to this yet again. It’s beautiful even though I know every note and can listen to the whole thing in my head any time I want: https://youtu.be/LZ48G9UziRs?si=WdHnkS5bvDNdF1wv

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They actually touch on it in the animated movie that spanned a series of vignettes from that universe.

Spoiler alert: it ain’t pretty.

artificial gestation

The word "matrix" literally means "womb" in its older sense.

It also refers to a 2D array of numbers in linear algebra. This data structure is used to store the synaptic weights of an artificial neural network.

We have only bits and pieces of information but what we know for certain is that at some point in the early twenty-first century all of mankind was united in celebration. We marveled at our own magnificence as we gave birth to AI.

It really is a deeply-thought-out movie.

Why even grow them with arms and legs if they are just going to be batteries? Wouldn't it be easier to just grow cows instead?

Because shut up. /s

But really though, the entire concept of using humans as batteries is absurd. Don't think too hard about it, just enjoy the movie.

They mate sprem and egg in lab then grown in vat, which is better. Or clone, could be worst.

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Robot spiders steal cum and inject it in another female.

I don't know about y'all but I can't even get aroused anymore without having a robot spider jacking me off.

Eww I was just going to suggest it goes through all the little tubes attached anyway I'm leaving before I see anything else

They probably extract sperm and eggs and gestate them right in the pods

You see, when a daddy battery and mommy battery love each other they hug and grunt and that's how babby formed

What if reincarnation? When someone dies in the Matrix, their body gets reconnected to another baby in the Matrix. As for how the human population is maintained outside of the Matrix... either the machines keep catching more humans, or something like artificial insemination. Or cloning

You think that’s air you’re breathing?

It's actually microplastics

“Are you saying I can dodge taxes?”

“No, neocapitalism, I’m trying to tell you that when you’re ready, you won’t have to.”

How long until we blot out the skies to reduce global warming.

When someone dies in the Matrix, their body gets reconnected to another baby in the Matrix

But why would the bother with this? How would that help with anything?

That would actually be a good idea. With people growing up and learning on their own, you don't have a fully controlled system. The world inside the Matrix will be evolving and from time to time there will be some glitch somewhere. If you have a base of defined childhoods, then only physical differences between bodies and random occurences inside are uncontrolled

If I were to construct the Matrix, I would go after cloning (fewer biological lottery) and predefined lifepaths to keep everything nice and stable

Kinda reminds me of Brave New World

Well, they also were after stability

Exposing what is mortal and unsure to all that fortune, death and danger dare, even for an eggshell. Isn't there something in that?" he asked, looking up at Mustapha Mond. "Quite apart from God–though of course God would be a reason for it. Isn't there something in living dangerously?"

"There's a great deal in it," the Controller replied. "Men and women must have their adrenals stimulated from time to time."

"What?" questioned the Savage, uncomprehending.

"It's one of the conditions of perfect health. That's why we've made the V.P.S. treatments compulsory."

"V.P.S.?"

“Violent Passion Surrogate. Regularly once a month. We flood the whole system with adrenin. It's the complete physiological equivalent of fear and rage. All the tonic effects of murdering Desdemona and being murdered by Othello, without any of the inconveniences."

"But I like the inconveniences."

"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."

"All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."

"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind." There was a long silence.

"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.

Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said