Ooo, hit me again Agent Smith
You know, if I were one of Morpheus’ freedom fighters for Zion, I’d spend a *lot* of time researching electronic ways to block the ‘pain’ and ‘damage’ signals the Matrix wanted to send to my meat body.
Imagine if you hacked the connection ever so slightly to redirect the pain signals so they’d send a tiny jolt to the pleasure center of your brain instead. Agents could shoot you all day and it would just make you giggly. Your Matrix body might end up looking like The Crow, but that might be turned to your advantage; and you can always get another the next time you jack in.
