Leet

Prologue In any kind of infrastructure, the people who make decisions must frequently have a meeting. In most large infrastructures, anything from a major corporation, to the United States government, these meetings take place in a boardroom. This boardroom usually was featureless, except for maybe a few paintings on the walls, the seal of the United States (or a corporate logo), and a long table, with a large chair at the front, and several smaller ones lining up on the sides in perfect symmetry.

It was like this in The Matrix. The board room existed outside of The Matrix, a minor, individual program, where agents could conduct thousands of meetings simultaneously, and, using their quick, computer-like minds, in a matter of nanoseconds.

Agent Daniels sat at the chair at the head of the room, and folded his hands across the table, like a human would.

"Have we found a match?" he asked.

"Yes," Agent Johnson replied, sitting on his right. "With our current genetic model, success rate is at approximately eight-seven point nine- three-five percent. All that is left now is the environmental input."

"When can we expect to see him woken up?"

"At around fifteen. His subliminal input should be well developed by then. All we need is for an agent to manually input the coding, and his mind will be corrupted."

"Excellent." Daniels suppressed a smile, a dangerously human reaction. "Through our work, we should be able to effectively remove the systemic anomaly known as 'The One,' and mold The Matrix into the perfect system, one which can never be crashed."

"Not until the subject fulfills his programming," Henderson replied.

"His purpose," Johnson echoed.

"I can assure you, that with our current success rate, Mr. Anderson's anomalous genes will be eliminated from human evolution. Maybe then, we can study Mr. Anderson and the subject, to see how, through biological engineering, we can rid this system of the systemic anomaly permanently."