I don't understand why you keep laughing

I don't understand why you keep laughing. I'm actually exhausted from hunger and trying to think of things and ways to eat that won't be drugged. All my anger and misery and frustration amuse you so much that you can barely help laughing right in my face.

I don't get what's funny about it. I've known every time you've drugged my food and drink. There's nothing I can do about it, but I've known. The fact that it makes you twist in your seat and twist your mouth with glee just makes you look more pathetic than you already do. I hadn't thought it was possible, but you have made it so.

Does it make you feel good about yourself? Do you believe you are smart or clever? What is it that makes you feel like you are right? It can't be too compelling or you'd throw it in my face with the same glee that you twist in your seat with. That's what I mean when I say the fact that you have to hide proves you're wrong. You are getting away with it, but you're not right.

What is so funny about the fact that I have no privacy? Don't you understand its part of what keeps us together. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here. But of course, you don't understand, or I'd be gone already.

I'll tell you something else I know. There are people who understand it very well, my friend. The Matrix has you, not me.