the matrix: apocalypse
From horizon to horizon, the sky was cloaked in ships. Hover pads glowing in the perpetual darkness of a scorched Earth. The ground below, stay covered with an army of troops and exosuits, filled with men ready to die . . . for Zion.
With the machine army weakened from its attempt to destroy Zion, the machine city lay a vulnerable target. A reincarnated messiah stood within the bridge of the first attack ship.
Down into hell, swooped giant birds upon cushions of blue energy. With demonic fury the gunners within paid to the machines that which was theirs. Large caliber shells piercing the thickest armor, EMPs went off like a field of mines being overrun by scared refuges. On the ground, the exosuits in their blind furry covered every sentinel, with the audacity to rebel, with holes, bore from large barrels of man made rage. Giant fires burned in the eternal blackness as the humans took revenge upon the machines.
In the fields, the carriers, in a blind panic, had jettisoned their precious human cargo, just as gun ships assaulted the captors of their kin. And in the distance troops could be seen planting the seeds of demise into the giant cables that delivered power to the machine city.
And within the largest ship, the reincarnation of the one, brought an end to all with the awesome powers of his godly omnipotence. The ones made of metal tasted the equivalent of human death as they met with their demise, combusting from within with no visible cause. Inside every machine the cells providing power gave way and they burst into colored flames. The mountains of metal, which once sought to destroy him, had yielded to death's hand as they exploded like atomic weapons of doom. And as the last of the machines fell, the attacking humans left, save for the ship carrying the messiah, and with all his awesome power, he too, gave way to the ebb of life, as he himself, focused his energies and in one cataclysmic burst of energy, turning the machine city into a mushroom cloud, the destructive blast rushed forth after, seeking revenge upon the previous attackers, as it consumed all it it's path. And after the smoke cleared, all that was left of the machine's supreme existence would be simply a wrecked tower, lying in ruins among the rest of the ruble, a monument to destruction and to man kind's unforgivable sin.
From horizon to horizon, the sky was cloaked in ships. Hover pads glowing in the perpetual darkness of a scorched Earth. The ground below, stay covered with an army of troops and exosuits, filled with men ready to die . . . for Zion.
With the machine army weakened from its attempt to destroy Zion, the machine city lay a vulnerable target. A reincarnated messiah stood within the bridge of the first attack ship.
Down into hell, swooped giant birds upon cushions of blue energy. With demonic fury the gunners within paid to the machines that which was theirs. Large caliber shells piercing the thickest armor, EMPs went off like a field of mines being overrun by scared refuges. On the ground, the exosuits in their blind furry covered every sentinel, with the audacity to rebel, with holes, bore from large barrels of man made rage. Giant fires burned in the eternal blackness as the humans took revenge upon the machines.
In the fields, the carriers, in a blind panic, had jettisoned their precious human cargo, just as gun ships assaulted the captors of their kin. And in the distance troops could be seen planting the seeds of demise into the giant cables that delivered power to the machine city.
And within the largest ship, the reincarnation of the one, brought an end to all with the awesome powers of his godly omnipotence. The ones made of metal tasted the equivalent of human death as they met with their demise, combusting from within with no visible cause. Inside every machine the cells providing power gave way and they burst into colored flames. The mountains of metal, which once sought to destroy him, had yielded to death's hand as they exploded like atomic weapons of doom. And as the last of the machines fell, the attacking humans left, save for the ship carrying the messiah, and with all his awesome power, he too, gave way to the ebb of life, as he himself, focused his energies and in one cataclysmic burst of energy, turning the machine city into a mushroom cloud, the destructive blast rushed forth after, seeking revenge upon the previous attackers, as it consumed all it it's path. And after the smoke cleared, all that was left of the machine's supreme existence would be simply a wrecked tower, lying in ruins among the rest of the ruble, a monument to destruction and to man kind's unforgivable sin.