"Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony."
Prologue: [Melissa Lyons]
"I don't want to hear it again," Melissa Lyons repeated as she sped down the freeway. "Give your sister her Barbie doll back."
"But Mom…"
"Samuel William Lyons, if you do not give your sister her doll back right now, the amount of trouble you will be in when I get home will be Biblical."
The voice on the other end of the line was sulky and beaten. "Fine…"
Melissa sighed and hung up. She turned the radio up.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car.
Can't rewind, we've gone too far.
Melissa absently hummed along with the music. She looked to the left and saw three police cruisers go shooting past her at well over ninety miles per hour.
What the hell?
Melissa switched the radio over to the news to try and gain some insight on what was happening. The radio announcer's voice filled the car.
"Police are reporting a fugitive from justice fleeing in a car on the highway just outside of the city. They have also reported another group of criminals are at large in the surrounding area. They are confident they will be able to capture – "
Melissa turned the volume down as her phone rang again. She answered it, rolling her eyes. As a result, she didn't see the biker approaching from the left.
"Yes?"
"Mommy," her youngest daughter whined, "he still has it!"
"Damn it!" Melissa cried as a crazy woman on a motorcycle cut in front of her. She jammed too hard on the brakes and skidded sideways, coming about so her car sat facing oncoming traffic. The last thing she ever saw was a Firebird car heading directly towards her, the driver, an African American woman, staring at her and slowly mouthing the word "shit."
Morpheus winced as the Agent lifted him up and held him.
"Only human," the Agent said in disdain. He threw him over the side. As Morpheus fell through the air, time seemed to slow. He clearly saw the empty ground underneath him and knew he would hit it. With equal clarity, he knew the car behind would swerve to avoid him but fail. He also knew the resulting pileup would prevent any traffic from reaching the truck.
Morpheus hit the ground, bones shattering. The oncoming car's brakes squealed as it swerved to try and miss the rebel captain. It failed, its rear wheels coming up and over Morpheus's head.
I failed… he thought. Forgive me, Neo. Forgive me, Zion.
There was a brief moment of fear and extreme pain, then everything faded into darkness.
The Agent walked towards the Keymaker, grabbing the Exile around the neck and lifting him high.
"We do only what we are meant to do," the Keymaker said slowly, sadly.
"And you are meant for only one thing," the Agent said coldly. "Deletion."
The Agent withdrew a syringe from his coat and pressed it into the Keymaker's neck, pushing the plunger down.
My purpose has not been fulfilled yet! the Keymaker thought. This must not happen!
Despite his resistance, the program flowed into the Keymaker and quickly destroyed his code from the inside out. It was over quickly.
Neo flew the length of the freeway three times looking for survivors. Finally, he concluded there were none. He flew to the exit provided by a shocked Link and left the Matrix.
Trinity pulled the plug from his head and helped him sit up. He rested his head in his hands for a moment, overcome. Then he looked up at Trinity.
"What do I do now?"
His only answer was silence. The sound of the streaming code could be heard faintly in the distance.
