This is my first fanfic on here, so please R + R. I don't own any of the characters, although I really wish I did.
Time meant nothing to Neo anymore. He did not know how long he had been plugged in; just that he was. He knew he had defeated Smith; had become one of him and been altered by the Matrix. He knew he had stopped the war, and that Trinity was dead. He also knew, he was dying. The light was fading from before his eyes, slowly, but surely. He did not care that he was dying, he longed for it, longed to be where ever Trinity was now.
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Meanwhile, the machines were frantic, the Matrix was whole again, the 'equation' balanced, but the One, whom they still needed, was dying. Although they're knowledge of the human body was advanced, they could find no cause. Within the Matrix, things, exiles, bad programming, unchecked code, began slipping through the cracks, already appearing because of Neo's death. They worked frantically, searching for the answer that would save the humans and themselves further problems.
