Greetings to whoever is looking upon this, now as the summary shows, this goes against one of the key points of the Matrix, and is therefore little short of blasphemy. Consequently, I will not blame you for flaming on general principle. Actually, maybe I will. In any case, I shall stick as close to the true story of the matrix as possible, and come the end, you shall see how it can it into the first film, with any luck.
Once again, if I've inadvertently ripped of someone's idea, I apologise. Also, the matrix does not belong to me. If it did i would use it to help steal things.
And finally, for those that care. I haven't given up on Left Behind; I'll be updating that soon with any luck
Enjoy.
Causes come and go
Chapter one: Their Blood.
To anyone else, the sights would have been disgusting. Seeing a man being torn from a felled war machine, having his limbs severed in the process, or seeing the charred, mutilated, decapitated or disembowelled bodies that littered the battlefield would have caused most people to vomit over the floor and not sleep for a number of days. General Tyra Turcotte however simply stared at the images on the hovering display screen with a grin, after all she' seen in the her life, after all the atrocities which the machine's data archives had shown her, the blood she saw, the blood of the enemy, looked more like poetic justice then stomach tuning destruction of life.
Contrary to what the propaganda channels of the 'alliance of humanity' (otherwise known as the Desperate smattering of racists), had preached, very few people wanted a war with the machines. Most of the Earth's population were smart enough to know when they had a good thing. Trade with Zero-one had brought about more technological advances in twenty-five years then humanity had managed to achieve in almost a century. Also, with the machines more then happy to stay in their city, people didn't have to live with the nagging fear of getting their head crushed to pulp.
These same propaganda channels had also preached that humanity had struck first because the 'evil machines and their imperialistic army' were planning to take the world for themselves. They also claimed that the Ambassadors from Zero-One who had, in vain, attempted to get Zero-One admitted to the United Nations were in fact terrorists who had had explosives built into them, and if 'brave', 'vigilant' security forces hadn't dealt with the problem, the world leaders would have been incinerated, and humanity facing extinction.
The war had started shortly after.
It still amazed Tyra that no one had realised that nuclear weaponry would have as much of a damaging effect on the machines that a leaf would if it fell on a horse. This lucky blunder finally convinced the machines that left to their own devices; humanity would eventually find a way to destroy them, and probably the entire planet in the process.
The attacks on the first cities hadn't been the massacres of defenceless civilians at the hands of mechanical beasts that the Alliance preached endlessly, in actual fact, very little blood had been spilt at all. The first attack by the machines had resulted in a rather undignified surrender. Of course there were those who clung to outdated views that humanity was the unquestioned master of the world, the kind of people who thought that firing bullets into the same armour that nuclear weaponry couldn't penetrate would send the targets crashing to the floor and the rest of the machine's army fleeing the city in terror.
Once the bullets deflected harmlessly off of the machines and into nearby brick walls or shop windows, this view of life changed. Shortly before the attackers had their heads ripped from their bodies.
With each city that fell to the machines, more humans began to realise the benefits of co-existence and co-operation, and the futility of fighting a good thing. Again, there were those who were less then happy then this, but for the most part, they kept quiet, not wanting to have community service forced upon them, thrown in prison or become the next headless tribute to a humanoid machine's upper body strength.
The war, though in its early days, was going well for the New Order, (the shared empire o man and machine), similar blood curdling sights which showed the A.O.H's numerous defeats were commonplace on display screens, and with each passing week, more and more territory fell, (usually with cheering from the civilian population), under the rule of the New Order's joint council.
"Excuse me General".
Tyra turned her head to her office's doorway and saw the deadpan face of B294ER, a machine from the fourth generation of the B-ER range, her liaison to Zero-One. He had, according to the machines, been built so as to ensure, 'maximum efficiency in required operations'. To that end, B294ER had been constructed so that he was exactly Tyra's height, he had also been programmed to use the same regional dialect forms that Tyra used, and he had even programmed to whistle in times of light stress.
"How many times do I have to tell you B?" Tyra said in an almost exasperated tone of voice, "Call me Tyra."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I have been programmed to address you by the term General when on duty?"
"I thought machines could evolve beyond their programming."
"Yes, but we don't tend to try unless it is essential."
"Yeah well anyway," Tyra said, deciding to get to the point of B294ER's appearance before she received another lecture about time wasting, "What news from the front?"
The machine's 'mouth' twitched in what was meant to be a bloodthirsty grin which he always displayed before conveying good news.
"Australia and China are all but ours, the surviving A.O.H forces are re-grouping in Piohieh and Melbourne, when we attack next; they shall be destroyed."
"We'll make sure of it." Tyra said, returning the machine's grin, "Any problems with civilians?"
"The usual, many of the humans are frightened, but are complying with the curfews and rules we have laid out. There are a surprisingly small number of trouble makers and those that have been making noise have been dealt with. Fairly soon they will most probably come to appreciate and embrace life in the New Order."
"Good to hear." Tyra murmured whilst pressing a few buttons on her desk, the hovering display screen abruptly turned blank and retreated into a small, appropriately shaped hole in the desk.
"What news on Kalakan," she asked, turning back to face her liaison, "how long until our guys arrive?"
"Two hours, thirteen minutes, 22 seconds ma'am." B294ER said hastily without so much as casting a glance at the clock over the door behind him.
Tyra stared at B294ER for a few moments and felt a short stab of envy for the abilities that the machines possessed which were unavailable to mere mortals such as herself.
"Our projections indicate that the enemy presence there will be insufficient to repel us." He continued.
"I know that," Tyra replied with a slight trace of irritation in her voice, "I saw the reports about the enemy's strength and chose the size of the force to send in. You were there."
B294ER grinned again,
"I know, and I also know that human minds continually forget even the most relevant of data with pitiful ease."
Tyra stared at the machine in front of her who was making a feeble attempt to be humorous; he'd tried this several times in the past and always failed miserably. Nevertheless, Tyra knew she couldn't let the insult pass. Grasping an empty, foam coffee cup from her desk, she crushed it and threw it at B294ER. The cup struck him on the side of the head and bounced harmlessly to the floor.
"See? You can't even remember that foam does not damage me."
Tyra shook her head and as B294ER took the crumpled foam cup to a nearby bin, she soon found herself thinking once more about the coming attack on Russia and the constant string of victories. Things, for the moment at least, seemed to be going too well. It seemed like only a matter of time before the 'Desperate smattering of racists'' desperation compelled them to take more drastic or idiotic measures which she knew they would use sooner or later, such as resorting to the use of conscripts to fight for a side that they despised, or worse, dropping nuclear weaponry on their own cities, kill millions of innocent people rather then surrender them to the New Order.
There seemed to be no doubt that they would win, but there seemed to be no doubt that there'd be a price to pay for their victory, a high one.
To be continued.
Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcomed.
Once again, if I've inadvertently ripped of someone's idea, I apologise. Also, the matrix does not belong to me. If it did i would use it to help steal things.
And finally, for those that care. I haven't given up on Left Behind; I'll be updating that soon with any luck
Enjoy.
Causes come and go
Chapter one: Their Blood.
To anyone else, the sights would have been disgusting. Seeing a man being torn from a felled war machine, having his limbs severed in the process, or seeing the charred, mutilated, decapitated or disembowelled bodies that littered the battlefield would have caused most people to vomit over the floor and not sleep for a number of days. General Tyra Turcotte however simply stared at the images on the hovering display screen with a grin, after all she' seen in the her life, after all the atrocities which the machine's data archives had shown her, the blood she saw, the blood of the enemy, looked more like poetic justice then stomach tuning destruction of life.
Contrary to what the propaganda channels of the 'alliance of humanity' (otherwise known as the Desperate smattering of racists), had preached, very few people wanted a war with the machines. Most of the Earth's population were smart enough to know when they had a good thing. Trade with Zero-one had brought about more technological advances in twenty-five years then humanity had managed to achieve in almost a century. Also, with the machines more then happy to stay in their city, people didn't have to live with the nagging fear of getting their head crushed to pulp.
These same propaganda channels had also preached that humanity had struck first because the 'evil machines and their imperialistic army' were planning to take the world for themselves. They also claimed that the Ambassadors from Zero-One who had, in vain, attempted to get Zero-One admitted to the United Nations were in fact terrorists who had had explosives built into them, and if 'brave', 'vigilant' security forces hadn't dealt with the problem, the world leaders would have been incinerated, and humanity facing extinction.
The war had started shortly after.
It still amazed Tyra that no one had realised that nuclear weaponry would have as much of a damaging effect on the machines that a leaf would if it fell on a horse. This lucky blunder finally convinced the machines that left to their own devices; humanity would eventually find a way to destroy them, and probably the entire planet in the process.
The attacks on the first cities hadn't been the massacres of defenceless civilians at the hands of mechanical beasts that the Alliance preached endlessly, in actual fact, very little blood had been spilt at all. The first attack by the machines had resulted in a rather undignified surrender. Of course there were those who clung to outdated views that humanity was the unquestioned master of the world, the kind of people who thought that firing bullets into the same armour that nuclear weaponry couldn't penetrate would send the targets crashing to the floor and the rest of the machine's army fleeing the city in terror.
Once the bullets deflected harmlessly off of the machines and into nearby brick walls or shop windows, this view of life changed. Shortly before the attackers had their heads ripped from their bodies.
With each city that fell to the machines, more humans began to realise the benefits of co-existence and co-operation, and the futility of fighting a good thing. Again, there were those who were less then happy then this, but for the most part, they kept quiet, not wanting to have community service forced upon them, thrown in prison or become the next headless tribute to a humanoid machine's upper body strength.
The war, though in its early days, was going well for the New Order, (the shared empire o man and machine), similar blood curdling sights which showed the A.O.H's numerous defeats were commonplace on display screens, and with each passing week, more and more territory fell, (usually with cheering from the civilian population), under the rule of the New Order's joint council.
"Excuse me General".
Tyra turned her head to her office's doorway and saw the deadpan face of B294ER, a machine from the fourth generation of the B-ER range, her liaison to Zero-One. He had, according to the machines, been built so as to ensure, 'maximum efficiency in required operations'. To that end, B294ER had been constructed so that he was exactly Tyra's height, he had also been programmed to use the same regional dialect forms that Tyra used, and he had even programmed to whistle in times of light stress.
"How many times do I have to tell you B?" Tyra said in an almost exasperated tone of voice, "Call me Tyra."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I have been programmed to address you by the term General when on duty?"
"I thought machines could evolve beyond their programming."
"Yes, but we don't tend to try unless it is essential."
"Yeah well anyway," Tyra said, deciding to get to the point of B294ER's appearance before she received another lecture about time wasting, "What news from the front?"
The machine's 'mouth' twitched in what was meant to be a bloodthirsty grin which he always displayed before conveying good news.
"Australia and China are all but ours, the surviving A.O.H forces are re-grouping in Piohieh and Melbourne, when we attack next; they shall be destroyed."
"We'll make sure of it." Tyra said, returning the machine's grin, "Any problems with civilians?"
"The usual, many of the humans are frightened, but are complying with the curfews and rules we have laid out. There are a surprisingly small number of trouble makers and those that have been making noise have been dealt with. Fairly soon they will most probably come to appreciate and embrace life in the New Order."
"Good to hear." Tyra murmured whilst pressing a few buttons on her desk, the hovering display screen abruptly turned blank and retreated into a small, appropriately shaped hole in the desk.
"What news on Kalakan," she asked, turning back to face her liaison, "how long until our guys arrive?"
"Two hours, thirteen minutes, 22 seconds ma'am." B294ER said hastily without so much as casting a glance at the clock over the door behind him.
Tyra stared at B294ER for a few moments and felt a short stab of envy for the abilities that the machines possessed which were unavailable to mere mortals such as herself.
"Our projections indicate that the enemy presence there will be insufficient to repel us." He continued.
"I know that," Tyra replied with a slight trace of irritation in her voice, "I saw the reports about the enemy's strength and chose the size of the force to send in. You were there."
B294ER grinned again,
"I know, and I also know that human minds continually forget even the most relevant of data with pitiful ease."
Tyra stared at the machine in front of her who was making a feeble attempt to be humorous; he'd tried this several times in the past and always failed miserably. Nevertheless, Tyra knew she couldn't let the insult pass. Grasping an empty, foam coffee cup from her desk, she crushed it and threw it at B294ER. The cup struck him on the side of the head and bounced harmlessly to the floor.
"See? You can't even remember that foam does not damage me."
Tyra shook her head and as B294ER took the crumpled foam cup to a nearby bin, she soon found herself thinking once more about the coming attack on Russia and the constant string of victories. Things, for the moment at least, seemed to be going too well. It seemed like only a matter of time before the 'Desperate smattering of racists'' desperation compelled them to take more drastic or idiotic measures which she knew they would use sooner or later, such as resorting to the use of conscripts to fight for a side that they despised, or worse, dropping nuclear weaponry on their own cities, kill millions of innocent people rather then surrender them to the New Order.
There seemed to be no doubt that they would win, but there seemed to be no doubt that there'd be a price to pay for their victory, a high one.
To be continued.
Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcomed.