And so it begins, what follows here as may or may not have earlier been said by me, is the sequel to "Real". Enjoy…
Oh before I forget, I don't own the Matrix, I own a copy of the Matrix on video but that's not really the same. In short, I don't own the matrix, and a fair few of the characters in this story, so on and so forth, the Wachowski brothers do.
This is set three weeks after the Nebuchadnezzar returns to Zion after the, (more or less) end of the war.
Chapter 1: It begins
Silas lay in bed with his eyes staring absently at the nondescript grey ceiling and listened to the slow, light breathing that emerged from beside him. Things had gone from good to better since he had returned to Zion, even with the threat of the program rebellion lingering in the back of his mind. Where that stood, he comforted himself with the memory of the Oracle's words:
'I'll be in touch'.
After the fleet had returned to Zion, the crews, (the ones that were still alive,) were given a hero's welcome. People had thrown dried, solidified chunks of synthetic food, (which was the closest thing there was to flower petals.) Medals and awards were dished out left right and centre, and there were even rumours that a second human city was being designed.
There had also been funerals, the crews of the Ishtar, Thunder-child, the Athena and the Salient had been given a send off which brought tears to the eyes of every man, woman and child in Zion.
The mysterious traitor who had murdered the crew of the Salient and attacked the Nebuchadnezzar had been identified as Trevor Gifford, known once by the name of 'Challenge'. He had been the pilot of the Salient before his betrayal of humanity, the details of his actions during the last days of the war were somewhat sketchy, but it was widely believed that he slowly began to admire the machines to the point of worship, and this had made him turn on his colleagues and his species.
Diplomats from both Zion and Zero-One had been flying back and forth since the war ended; Silas had seen neither hide nor hare of the ambassador he'd spoken to on what the council had called, 'The End'.
There was a general feeling of relief and joy in Zion, as if a foul smell they had been forced to breathe for a thousand years had finally dissipated and they could all breathe again. There had been nothing work related for Silas to do in the past three weeks, nor had any sentinels dragged him through holes in the ceiling. Hence, in Silas' mind, until he was forced to use rational thought once more, all was right with the world.
Elsewhere in Zion, Neo was perched at his favourite staring point and was peering into the deep, seemingly endless void below him. The end of the war had been slightly more troublesome for him then it had been for Silas and the others. The end of the war had served as an incentive for the 'Neo-worshippers' to swarm around him and ask his blessings. Upon landing, one foolish person had leaped at the Nebuchadnezzar before it had even landed, only to fall into the docking bay and receive two broken legs and a concussion.
A small sadistic smile emerged on his lips as he remembered the occurrence, this was banished a second later by a short stab of guilt, which was then followed by Trinity appearing behind him.
"Every night, without fail you come up here at stare at nothingness."
"I like it up here," Neo replied, "its quiet."
"It's quiet everywhere at night, especially if you use some of it for sleeping."
"I did, and then you kicked me in your sleep, in the groin! Again!"
Trinity laughed quietly and Neo smiled. The repetitive injuries he suffered in the bedroom wasn't really why he'd wandered up to his staring point, but in the blissful quiet of Zion, and with Trinity with him, he couldn't care less about the reason.
"So what do you think?" Asked Neo after a few seconds, "will the peace talks be successful or not?"
"You've been asking me that for three weeks." Replied Trinity, with a voice that was louder then she had intended.
"And you keep giving me different answers."
"Well," Trinity paused for a few seconds, "it's an unpredictable situation. I can't help but think that something's going to screw it up, and bringing back the sun will all have been for nothing, but at he same time, I don't know, maybe I just want to believe that everything will turn out alright."
Neo nodded and lifted his hands off of the rail in front of him.
"I think that's pretty much what everyone around here's worried about, except maybe for Silas and Gemini; I don't think they've got out of bed for the last three weeks."
Trinity laughed again and walked up beside Neo.
I can't die
This was 'Vision's' only thought as the shards of glass from the shattered window scratched and cut her arms and face as she landed on the hard floor. She didn't have time to worry about the pain or the blood loss; the others had to be told what had happened.
She looked up and found the door that she was told would be there. Flinging herself off of the floor she charged at it and kicked it open causing a loud echoing noise in the abandoned corridors of the building.
The corridor was cramped and it was hard to run. Vision cast numerous looks over her shoulder to see if her pursuer was still behind her, she saw nothing however.
"Come on, keep moving" she whispered to herself, "we're almost home"
Vision had been unplugged only a week before the war had ended. In that time, she had seen a world which she once knew was fictional, and at the same time knew was not, come to life around her, she had seen the sun break through the dense, endless sheet of cloud that had killed more then it was meant to have saved. She had seen the huge, awe inspiring city of Zion, felt the terrifying fear that precedes combat, and the exaltation that accompanies victory. For the first time in her life, Vision felt alive, she couldn't let it end here.
In the distance she could here the sound of a telephone ringing. This added a great deal of speed to her already speedy charge. The final door was in front of her.
"Almost home."
Vision kicked down the door, and then saw what she thought she had lost in the crowds of the busy city street.
Her former pursuer looked human, male, 20ish, short black hair, and with a smug look on his face as he stood between Vision and the telephone that would grant her an exit.
"Took you long enough." The voice was oozing with smugness. Vision's fear was steadily giving way to anger; she wanted to smash the face in front of her into a bloody, unrecognisable stain on the floor.
Her hand reached for the gun at her side, her target didn't seem to move, he didn't seem to want to. Vision wasted no time in raising her gun at the head of her enemy.
He moved then, he was so fast that it was hard to see him, before Gemini knew what was happening, she felt her gun being knocked aside and felt the programs hand being rammed through her stomach.
Vision was too shocked to react for a few moments, the first thought which eventually entered her head was that there was none of the grey liquid or whatever it was that had engulfed Neo in Revolutions, in fact she didn't feel anything.
"What's he doing to her?" Stallion half shouted from the far side of the chamber
"I don't know sir," Vesuvius replied, "her vitals look stable but…"
All conversation ceased as Vision appeared to be, quite literally boiling, this was followed by an almighty explosion that should have come from a missile rather then a person. Everyone of the crew, who had assembled in the main deck out of concern for her were killed instantly. The hovercraft 'Hope' exploded a second later. Debris and remnants of the crew rained down on the surface of what was once Great Yarmouth, just as the sun was rising.
Well? What do you think?
All shall be revealed soon, hopefully.
Oh before I forget, I don't own the Matrix, I own a copy of the Matrix on video but that's not really the same. In short, I don't own the matrix, and a fair few of the characters in this story, so on and so forth, the Wachowski brothers do.
This is set three weeks after the Nebuchadnezzar returns to Zion after the, (more or less) end of the war.
Chapter 1: It begins
Silas lay in bed with his eyes staring absently at the nondescript grey ceiling and listened to the slow, light breathing that emerged from beside him. Things had gone from good to better since he had returned to Zion, even with the threat of the program rebellion lingering in the back of his mind. Where that stood, he comforted himself with the memory of the Oracle's words:
'I'll be in touch'.
After the fleet had returned to Zion, the crews, (the ones that were still alive,) were given a hero's welcome. People had thrown dried, solidified chunks of synthetic food, (which was the closest thing there was to flower petals.) Medals and awards were dished out left right and centre, and there were even rumours that a second human city was being designed.
There had also been funerals, the crews of the Ishtar, Thunder-child, the Athena and the Salient had been given a send off which brought tears to the eyes of every man, woman and child in Zion.
The mysterious traitor who had murdered the crew of the Salient and attacked the Nebuchadnezzar had been identified as Trevor Gifford, known once by the name of 'Challenge'. He had been the pilot of the Salient before his betrayal of humanity, the details of his actions during the last days of the war were somewhat sketchy, but it was widely believed that he slowly began to admire the machines to the point of worship, and this had made him turn on his colleagues and his species.
Diplomats from both Zion and Zero-One had been flying back and forth since the war ended; Silas had seen neither hide nor hare of the ambassador he'd spoken to on what the council had called, 'The End'.
There was a general feeling of relief and joy in Zion, as if a foul smell they had been forced to breathe for a thousand years had finally dissipated and they could all breathe again. There had been nothing work related for Silas to do in the past three weeks, nor had any sentinels dragged him through holes in the ceiling. Hence, in Silas' mind, until he was forced to use rational thought once more, all was right with the world.
Elsewhere in Zion, Neo was perched at his favourite staring point and was peering into the deep, seemingly endless void below him. The end of the war had been slightly more troublesome for him then it had been for Silas and the others. The end of the war had served as an incentive for the 'Neo-worshippers' to swarm around him and ask his blessings. Upon landing, one foolish person had leaped at the Nebuchadnezzar before it had even landed, only to fall into the docking bay and receive two broken legs and a concussion.
A small sadistic smile emerged on his lips as he remembered the occurrence, this was banished a second later by a short stab of guilt, which was then followed by Trinity appearing behind him.
"Every night, without fail you come up here at stare at nothingness."
"I like it up here," Neo replied, "its quiet."
"It's quiet everywhere at night, especially if you use some of it for sleeping."
"I did, and then you kicked me in your sleep, in the groin! Again!"
Trinity laughed quietly and Neo smiled. The repetitive injuries he suffered in the bedroom wasn't really why he'd wandered up to his staring point, but in the blissful quiet of Zion, and with Trinity with him, he couldn't care less about the reason.
"So what do you think?" Asked Neo after a few seconds, "will the peace talks be successful or not?"
"You've been asking me that for three weeks." Replied Trinity, with a voice that was louder then she had intended.
"And you keep giving me different answers."
"Well," Trinity paused for a few seconds, "it's an unpredictable situation. I can't help but think that something's going to screw it up, and bringing back the sun will all have been for nothing, but at he same time, I don't know, maybe I just want to believe that everything will turn out alright."
Neo nodded and lifted his hands off of the rail in front of him.
"I think that's pretty much what everyone around here's worried about, except maybe for Silas and Gemini; I don't think they've got out of bed for the last three weeks."
Trinity laughed again and walked up beside Neo.
I can't die
This was 'Vision's' only thought as the shards of glass from the shattered window scratched and cut her arms and face as she landed on the hard floor. She didn't have time to worry about the pain or the blood loss; the others had to be told what had happened.
She looked up and found the door that she was told would be there. Flinging herself off of the floor she charged at it and kicked it open causing a loud echoing noise in the abandoned corridors of the building.
The corridor was cramped and it was hard to run. Vision cast numerous looks over her shoulder to see if her pursuer was still behind her, she saw nothing however.
"Come on, keep moving" she whispered to herself, "we're almost home"
Vision had been unplugged only a week before the war had ended. In that time, she had seen a world which she once knew was fictional, and at the same time knew was not, come to life around her, she had seen the sun break through the dense, endless sheet of cloud that had killed more then it was meant to have saved. She had seen the huge, awe inspiring city of Zion, felt the terrifying fear that precedes combat, and the exaltation that accompanies victory. For the first time in her life, Vision felt alive, she couldn't let it end here.
In the distance she could here the sound of a telephone ringing. This added a great deal of speed to her already speedy charge. The final door was in front of her.
"Almost home."
Vision kicked down the door, and then saw what she thought she had lost in the crowds of the busy city street.
Her former pursuer looked human, male, 20ish, short black hair, and with a smug look on his face as he stood between Vision and the telephone that would grant her an exit.
"Took you long enough." The voice was oozing with smugness. Vision's fear was steadily giving way to anger; she wanted to smash the face in front of her into a bloody, unrecognisable stain on the floor.
Her hand reached for the gun at her side, her target didn't seem to move, he didn't seem to want to. Vision wasted no time in raising her gun at the head of her enemy.
He moved then, he was so fast that it was hard to see him, before Gemini knew what was happening, she felt her gun being knocked aside and felt the programs hand being rammed through her stomach.
Vision was too shocked to react for a few moments, the first thought which eventually entered her head was that there was none of the grey liquid or whatever it was that had engulfed Neo in Revolutions, in fact she didn't feel anything.
"What's he doing to her?" Stallion half shouted from the far side of the chamber
"I don't know sir," Vesuvius replied, "her vitals look stable but…"
All conversation ceased as Vision appeared to be, quite literally boiling, this was followed by an almighty explosion that should have come from a missile rather then a person. Everyone of the crew, who had assembled in the main deck out of concern for her were killed instantly. The hovercraft 'Hope' exploded a second later. Debris and remnants of the crew rained down on the surface of what was once Great Yarmouth, just as the sun was rising.
Well? What do you think?
All shall be revealed soon, hopefully.