Prologue - Letter
Dear Reader,
My name is Neo, I'm just a Rebel now, I was the One - until I found out the prophecy was a lie. So many things in my life have been lies lately. This letter detailing how I got to the Machine City could be the last thing I ever write. I don't write it to sound dramatic, its simply the truth. The leader of the Machines has asked me to record it 'for future reference'. Those words 'future reference' have given me some hope that I can survive.
What do I have to survive you probably wonder ? Answered simply, it would be the fight for my friend Niobe that I'm very likely to have with my now insane former love, the Ex-Agent A.I named Smith.
If it comes to that complexly, it's so much more than just saving one of my best friends, considering I just lost Apoc. It will decide if the Real world, the city of Zion and Machine-made dream world of the Matrix will survive. Smith has already taken over the Matrix and could try taking over the Machine City now if he wanted. Yet, I know that he won't. I can sense that he's waiting for me, no matter how long writing this takes. Smith has all the time in the world to wait for me. Who knows how he'll react to me, since it's been all over the place lately, because of that I don't know what's going to happen to Niobe, Smith or even me. Especially, not me and I can only hope that all this won't be in vain. I have to hope that Smith will... that I won't...
What could happen next terrifies me, even though I've died before. For you to actually understand that, I should stop stalling. I will record the last two days until now - all the encounters, thoughts, nightmares and dreams I remember. The only way I can do that without loosing my nerve is in third-person, bear with me.