Hermione set the remote down and looked at Harry. "Well?"
He looked at the credits as they scrolled upwards and then picked up his drink. Harry took a sip, looked back at the screen then looked at Hermione.
The carousel shifted and a new CD came on, the track random. Harry digested what he had just seen as the music began playing. The two had spent most of the afternoon and the beginning of the evening watching the Matrix trilogy.
"This is the
end,
Beautiful friend,
This is the end,
My only friend, the
end."
Hermione picked up
the remote and turned down the music some more.
"Well,
entertainment wise, it's a great movie. I can do that Superman thing,
though," he added as an afterthought while he picked up the glass
again.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She already knew that. She hated watching him do things like that. "And philosophically?"
"Can you
picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in
need... of some... stranger's hand
In a... desperate land."
"I'm
thinking. I'm not as fast as you. Rub my shoulders." She did as
ordered as he continued to think. "It's intriguing. I liked the
orgy scene." He meant the dance and orgy in a party sense, not the
sexual connotation. "How come you never wear sheer stuff like
that?" She squeezed and he grinned.
"Lost in a roman...
wilderness of pain,
And all the children are insane,
All the
children are insane,
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah."
"They're
unaware of their history. I don't know how they couldn't tell if they
always lived near the core of the earth. The evidence of past battles
would have to be all around. They must disconnect children from the
matrix to repopulate Zion," he mused.
"Ride the snake, ride
the snake,
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby,
The snake is
long, seven miles,
Ride the snake... he's old, and his skin is
cold."
"Nagini was
destroyed today," he remembered. The familiar had been kept after
Harry had destroyed Voldemort until all information had been
retrieved from the beast.
"The movie, Harry."
"I don't understand the Anderson program being able to upload into the human brains and how Neo can 'see' him."
"He's The One."
"I mean..." he
petered off, formulating his reply
"The killer awoke before
dawn, he put his boots on,
He took a face from the ancient
gallery,
And he walked on down the hall,
He went into the room
where his sister lived, and... then he,
Paid a visit to his
brother, and then he,
He walked on down the hall, and,
And he
came to a door... and he looked inside,
Father, yes son, I want to
kill you,
Mother... I want to... fuck you."
"Look, he's supposed to be the result of a self repairing problem, basically, yes?"
Hermione nodded, moving her probing fingers down his back.
"How would an
organic creature be the solution then? The solution would be a part
of the Matrix, therefore, his abilities would only be available
inside the Matrix."
She raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"He
wouldn't be able to be a wireless modem or be able to stop the squid
things. Only when he was in the Matrix would he be able to do
anything because the connection would be augmented by the solution
the Architect uses to balance the program.
"In essence, his
guardians are giving him the weapons to destroy them."
She
thought about what he said.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill."
"When're Daniel and Emma getting back?" he asked.
"Mum said tomorrow morning. She said we could use the guest room." Her bed was too small for both of them.
"It had some interesting ideas, and the graphics were amazingly done, but overall, the writers didn't do all that well. I read the unused second script." She nodded. She had been the one who downloaded it. "It would have been better if they had stuck with that storyline. Morpheus as the betrayer, as it were. Making him face himself and save Zion instead of letting him unjack."
Hermione stopped what she was doing and pulled off her sweater. Harry watched her breasts jiggle in the mirrored reflection of the screen as she pulled it up and off grinned.
He turned around and brought his face down to her cleavage then began licking and kissing as Hermione started to laugh. "Not on the couch. Come on." She tried to stand.
He shook his head.
"This is the end."
"The spoon does exist," he smiled and pushed her backwards onto the couch. "Neo doesn't."
