"Trinity?"
The woman who was lying on a torn and over-used chair, breathing quickly, opened her eyes, and looked up. Morpheus looked down at her, concernedly. She was one of the newest people that they had unplugged. His ships' technician flashed them both a grin.
"Ah, this little honey'll be just fine. Just finished learning some martial arts."
Trinity sat up, rubbing her head. Her hair had just began to grow in, and the half an inch of black strands tickled her fingertips.
"What did you learn?" asked Morpheus, relaxing a little.
"Boxing, Kendo, Karate, Judo. I can't remember them all." She looked at him apologetically. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Up to showing me?"
Trinity responded my nodding fervently, but stopped quickly when her head started to hurt. Morpheus turned to Dozer.
"Load the sparring program number 13."
"Alright."
Dozer spun his chair to the right, flipped through a collection of computer chips, and finally picked one up. Morpheus took a seat next to Trinity. The woman laid back down, and glared at Dozer when he gave her a small wink and said jokingly, "Have fun." She closed her eyes as the still unfamiliar pain bit once again into the back of her head.
When she opened them again, she was standing in a dojo. It was of simple design; wood floor, paper windows that let the light come through, and a few beams on the ceiling. As she turned around, she spotted something she didn't see before- three wooden sticks, for kendo.
"Like it?"
Trinity stopped looking around, and turned back to the man who stood before her. "Are we in the Matrix?"
He shook his head.
"No. This is merely a program we created based on a platform all our own. Here, we can load anything we want, which is why we use it for training."
Trinity faced away, and walked toward one of the walls. She ran one of her hands down the support beam that ran down it.
"It isn't real." Her voice was blunt, and it wasn't a question, only a statement.
"No," he answered slowly. He paused before continuing, "The Matrix itself is only a program, but it has rules. Those rules are copied in here. However, you need to realize that theses rules can either be bent, or broken entirely."
"Bend some, break some," she repeated softly, turning back to face him. "I got it."
"Then hit me."
Trinity bit her lip as he got into a defensive stance. He seemed very sure of himself, and in truth, she wasn't sure she could do this. Moving her right arm in front of her, and using her left to protect her jaw, she realized that she knew what to do.
She aimed a blow at his side, to which he countered by grabbing hold of her wrist. Trinity jumped up, and landed behind Morpheus, breaking free, and ducking to do a footsweep. He jumped, avoiding it, and ran away from Trinity. She followed, thinking she could corner him at the wall, when he, instead of stopping, began to run up it. There was a sharp intake of breath as Trinity watched, hesitating to turn around. He was quick. She couldn't lay a finger on him, and was immediately struck by the thought that it was an unfair match. Spinning around, she was met with Morpheus's fist, only a tiny bit from her face.
"Over as quickly as it began." He said, putting his hand back at his side.
"How. did you." she said weakly.
"Rules can be broken."
"I know, but."
"The Real World, the one back on the ship, has gravity. Does that help?"
Trinity backed away, allowing herself a small grin.
"And we're only in a computer."
"Correct. You need to know you can do it. Again."
As they began again, she tried to be faster than her teacher, but found she couldn't. She was parrying the blows well, but he was still to fast for her to strike.
"You can't try, Trinity. You need to know. You're better and faster than this."
These words raced through her mind.
Know.
And then it made sense. She was moving as fast as Morpheus, if not faster. As he advanced, she moved back towards the wall, and ran lightly up. As long as she focused, she could do virtually anything in this place. She bent back, and let herself flip behind her attacker.
I can be faster that this.
She knew that, and as she said this to herself, she was able to perform a footsweep that caught Morpheus off his guard. He fell to the ground, and Trinity brushed a few stands of hair of her face, crossing her arms. She bent over Morpheus, and grinned and the look of satisfaction on his face.
"Gotcha."
The woman who was lying on a torn and over-used chair, breathing quickly, opened her eyes, and looked up. Morpheus looked down at her, concernedly. She was one of the newest people that they had unplugged. His ships' technician flashed them both a grin.
"Ah, this little honey'll be just fine. Just finished learning some martial arts."
Trinity sat up, rubbing her head. Her hair had just began to grow in, and the half an inch of black strands tickled her fingertips.
"What did you learn?" asked Morpheus, relaxing a little.
"Boxing, Kendo, Karate, Judo. I can't remember them all." She looked at him apologetically. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Up to showing me?"
Trinity responded my nodding fervently, but stopped quickly when her head started to hurt. Morpheus turned to Dozer.
"Load the sparring program number 13."
"Alright."
Dozer spun his chair to the right, flipped through a collection of computer chips, and finally picked one up. Morpheus took a seat next to Trinity. The woman laid back down, and glared at Dozer when he gave her a small wink and said jokingly, "Have fun." She closed her eyes as the still unfamiliar pain bit once again into the back of her head.
When she opened them again, she was standing in a dojo. It was of simple design; wood floor, paper windows that let the light come through, and a few beams on the ceiling. As she turned around, she spotted something she didn't see before- three wooden sticks, for kendo.
"Like it?"
Trinity stopped looking around, and turned back to the man who stood before her. "Are we in the Matrix?"
He shook his head.
"No. This is merely a program we created based on a platform all our own. Here, we can load anything we want, which is why we use it for training."
Trinity faced away, and walked toward one of the walls. She ran one of her hands down the support beam that ran down it.
"It isn't real." Her voice was blunt, and it wasn't a question, only a statement.
"No," he answered slowly. He paused before continuing, "The Matrix itself is only a program, but it has rules. Those rules are copied in here. However, you need to realize that theses rules can either be bent, or broken entirely."
"Bend some, break some," she repeated softly, turning back to face him. "I got it."
"Then hit me."
Trinity bit her lip as he got into a defensive stance. He seemed very sure of himself, and in truth, she wasn't sure she could do this. Moving her right arm in front of her, and using her left to protect her jaw, she realized that she knew what to do.
She aimed a blow at his side, to which he countered by grabbing hold of her wrist. Trinity jumped up, and landed behind Morpheus, breaking free, and ducking to do a footsweep. He jumped, avoiding it, and ran away from Trinity. She followed, thinking she could corner him at the wall, when he, instead of stopping, began to run up it. There was a sharp intake of breath as Trinity watched, hesitating to turn around. He was quick. She couldn't lay a finger on him, and was immediately struck by the thought that it was an unfair match. Spinning around, she was met with Morpheus's fist, only a tiny bit from her face.
"Over as quickly as it began." He said, putting his hand back at his side.
"How. did you." she said weakly.
"Rules can be broken."
"I know, but."
"The Real World, the one back on the ship, has gravity. Does that help?"
Trinity backed away, allowing herself a small grin.
"And we're only in a computer."
"Correct. You need to know you can do it. Again."
As they began again, she tried to be faster than her teacher, but found she couldn't. She was parrying the blows well, but he was still to fast for her to strike.
"You can't try, Trinity. You need to know. You're better and faster than this."
These words raced through her mind.
Know.
And then it made sense. She was moving as fast as Morpheus, if not faster. As he advanced, she moved back towards the wall, and ran lightly up. As long as she focused, she could do virtually anything in this place. She bent back, and let herself flip behind her attacker.
I can be faster that this.
She knew that, and as she said this to herself, she was able to perform a footsweep that caught Morpheus off his guard. He fell to the ground, and Trinity brushed a few stands of hair of her face, crossing her arms. She bent over Morpheus, and grinned and the look of satisfaction on his face.
"Gotcha."