Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.

A/N: Hello, this is going to be a short 2 part story which I wrote not long ago but didn't post.

What if neo and Trinity meet before the first film, whoever brief it was would it effect them?

Set about 3 years before The Matrix.

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It's just one of those days, you know, the heat swelling, seemingly only around me as I try and loosen my shirt. Everyone else is oblivious, not just to the heat but everything. The deafening racket made by the people, the mindless chit chatter, Oh really, I can't believe that. I know he's just so-sodid you see that dog on the newsoh I got 2 new outfits, The sever pointlessness of it all and the piercing feeling that I can never shake. Does anyone understand me, this, anything

The hoards of pedestrians swarm around me in the food rush hour. I have talked to Mr Rheineheart about my lunch break, asking for it to be moved from the painfully obvious 12:30 to a quieter time like 2:00 or even 1:30 but apparently I'm not in his good books.

You know, Mr Anderson, your lunch break is at twelve thirty and there's nothing I can do about it. Other workers have their lunches then. What makes you so special?

I guess it's because of my occasional lateness but that's a lost cause. The only thing that would prevent it is not using my computer so much. There is no hope there though, that computer IS my life.

I suppose it's kind of sad, a thirty-year-old man has no life outside of a monitor, processor, keyboard and don't forget a mouse. Something I only think about when I'm alone is, should I be more than this, more than sleeping, working, hacking. Although the idea of being a social butterfly doesn't really appeal, a part of my mind tells me I could have gone places, done great things. Still the thing that constantly keeps me connected to the Internet will always be there. The feeling that something isn't right my need for the truth. What is the truth? What is the Matrix?

"Huh" A voice awakens me to my surroundings.

"Can I take your order Sir?"

"YeahI'll have a coffee, 1 sugar, 1 cream and uha sausage roll, to go." I don't know why it takes me so long to decide. I have the same thing every day, same place, same time. I think it's my hope that one day it will be different. So now as I hand over my money I'll uncomfortably try and exit through the massive cue and sit on the same bench across the park. But today is finally different. When I emerge from the shop something draws me in the opposite direction, away from the park. I don't know why but my feet are taking me to a quieter part of town.

Out of no where a woman runs and bumps into me.

"JESUS!" I breathe as my coffee spills down my leg and burns. But I don't let go of the mysterious woman now in my arms.

She looks up at me, sunglasses half way down her nose revealing her ice blue eyes. Eyes full of knowledge and an equal amount of fear. She quickly pushes them, hiding behind her glasses. Blocking the window to her soul.

Her sunglasses are explainable but the fact that her whole body is covered in skin tight latex and that the deep gash on her cheek is dribbling crimson blood are not. There is something about her, unexplainable. I can't quite put my finger on it. Her whole presence oozes a magical quality of freeness. There is something about her that I want, need to understand.

My grip on her arms is tight; she doesn't pull away, my heartbeats faster. So many possibilities, am I having the same effect on her as she is on me?

Her lips open slightly as if she might speak but she doesn't.

My hand compelled to touch her, moves closer to her pale face brushing away a stray strand of raven hair.

Words seem to be lost to us, even though my mind is working overtime.

Thinking about her, the amazing attraction to her and the slightly unsettling feeling that she knows too much. About me, my life, my thoughts, my fears and strangely my purpose.

"I." I need to ask her so many things, about her, me, the truth.

What is the Matrix?

The question echoes in my mind, does she know?

It's too late, a shot rings out of the alley as she flees in the same manner she arrived. I hide in the doorway watching her leave. Silhouetted in the sunlight, so beautiful, so unattainable. Sprinting like a Black Panther, into the crowd. Now she is out of view I hear talking and remember the gunshot. Three people appear looking bewildered and confused.

"Where are we?"

"I dunno"

"I feel kind of weird."

I don't understand the people from the alley or the amount of fear in the woman's eyes. But I do know, now more than ever I need knowledge. The truth. The answer.

What is the Matrix?

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A/N: Please review. Next chapter Trinity's experience.

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