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There is no spoon

Chapter 3

Reconciliation and New Friends

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A disturbance occurred in a busy post office in the dirty slums of New York. Red lights were flashing and the noise of the alarms was deafening. Sirens could be heard in the far off distance. Angry, blaring sirens.

The main section of the post office where the letters were sorted was on fire. Through the black, gritty smoke and the blinding red lights, three figures could be somewhat made out. They were all dressed in black trench coats.

There was a woman and two men engaged in fighting several security guards. One of the men was African American, old and had the look of a very wise man. He wore sunglasses that didn't have any earpiece. He had eyes that seemed to look right through you.

His name was 'Morpheus'

The other man was young. He had jet-black hair that seemed to be held in place no matter what. He had a narrow face and wore expensive Italian sunglasses. Why he had them on in a burning building remains a mystery, even to himself.

His name was 'Neo'

The woman wore the same kind of sunglasses. She, too, had jet-black hair and a narrow face. She gave off a kind of vibe that seemed to say, " I'm in control. It's either my way, or the high way! Got it?" She was very beautiful, but it was hard to see her beauty with all of the soot on her.

Her name was 'Trinity'

Neo stood facing a few of the security guards about twenty feet away, Trinity was deeply engaged in a gunfight with two of the guards, and Morpheus as in a fistfight with two other guards. The three guards that stood facing Neo fired their 9.00-millimeter pistols. They stood utterly shocked as they watched Neo dodge every single one of the bullets fired at him.

Trinity ran out from behind a large machine used for sorting mail and ran up a wall, shooting and hitting the guards all the way, as if she had done this a million times before.

Morpheus blocked every single one of the guard's punches and kicks with greater ease than a martial arts master. Then he took an easily exploited advantage with his speed and scored a punch straight in one of the guards' chest. The guard went sailing through the air and eventually hit another guard, rendering them both unconsciouses.

Neo took out his own guns and began mowing down all if the guards as if they were simply targets.

When all of the fighting was done, Trinity reached behind the machine she had been hiding behind and took out a black leather bag. Once Trinity had the bag, they were on there way again, running through the dark halls lit only by the strobe-like alarm lights.

Once they reached the lobby, the post office began a lock down. Reinforced metal sheets began their slow decent down over the windows and doors.

"Trinity, Morpheus, get out of here while you can!"

" We can't leave you, Neo!"

" GO!"

Trinity and Morpheus left without further question. They slid easily out through the bottom of the doors where the seemingly endless sheets of metal hadn't yet touched.

Neo, however, ducked behind a pillar just as gunshots rang through his ears. He was behind a pillar preparing to sprint to the next pillar roughly ten feet away when he heard the voice he could never forget.

The cold, emotionless, heartless voice that haunted his dreams.

" Hello Mr. Anderson."

'Crap'

Neo looked around for anything to use as cover for the inevitable fight ahead, but there was none. Just pillars that could be broken at will.

" Care to show yourself, Mr. Anderson?"

" Of course, Mr. Smith"

Neo stepped out from behind the pillar, a shotgun in each hand, preparing to fire, when he saw them. At least twenty agents stood staring him down, each complete with earpieces, sunglasses, and the same unearthly cold glare as the original Agent Smith that sent chills through Neo's bones.

'Crap'

Neo fired as many rounds as he possibly could before crouching down. The agent had seen this movement in a previous battle, but he was unable to stop Neo.

Neo jumped.

He flew straight through the roof of the fiery building, above the flames that licked at the side of the building and smoke that burned his eyes, and then turned horizontal and began to fly directly above the tops to the apartments, the sonic boom of his flight knocking down all of the things on the roofs of the many buildings that wasn't nailed or tied down.

He finally ended up in an alleyway about five miles away from the blazing post office. He retrieved a cell phone from one of the many pocket in his trench coat and pressed a button.

The bottom slid out revealing a mouthpiece. He punched in a complicated number and waited. The voice on the other end said " Operator."

" Tank, I need the location of the nearest hard line."

" Right away, sir. Um,. . . There's one rig-. . ."

" Tank? Tank?! TANK?!?!"

" Hello Mr. Anderson."

'Crap'

Neo threw down the cell phone and pulled out two uzis from their holsters on his belt. Neo fired the weapon until the faint 'click click' sound could be herd, signifying the empty cartridge.

Every one of the bullets Neo fired ended up passing right through the target.

Agent Smith. The one and only.

The agent pulled out his own gun and began to shoot at Neo.

Neo simply held up his hand, and all of the rounds that the Agent fired at him were suspended in the air as if held on by invisible strings.

He picked one out of the air and studied it, trying to keep his cool.

" You know, Smith, I thought you would've gotten tired of this game by now."

" Mr. Anderson, you cannot kill me. How? I am invincible! I cannot die! Unlike you inferior humans."

" My name is NEO!"

With that, Neo rushed the agent. Agent threw down the empty gun and blocked every single one of Neo's punches. Neo tried his hardest to punch the invincible Agent, but to no avail. Little did either of the combatants know, they were both moving faster than any one of the pedestrians crossing the dank streets could see.

The Agent punched Neo hard in the chest, and Neo went sailing through the air. He landed with a muffled 'thud' on top of some garbage. He got up and tried to clear his vision, but it still remained blurry. He ran diagonally toward a wall, and proceeded to run up it.

He was running on the wall when the Agent began to run towards him. Neo kicked off the wall, but instead of Neo's foot connecting with the Agent's head, the Agent's fist connected with Neo's skull.

Just then, Neo woke up in a cold sweat in a cot in the Xavier Institutes infirmary. He shot straight up in bed, recalling the vivid dream. Or perhaps it would be more suitable to call it a nightmare.

After a few minutes of trying to calm his racing heat, he heard some soft crying. He strained his ears trying to listen to the sound, and finally deducted that it was coming from a small cot a few feet away. He pulled back the pearl white curtain and found a girl, probably around 16, lying in the bed, crying her eyes out.

She heard the noise and instantly turned around to look for the source.

" Who ah you?"

Neo finally got a good look at her. She was very pale, and had some dark lipstick on. She also had a white streak in her hair.

" Well, do ya have a name?"

" I,. . . I think its Neo."

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*Aboard the Nebuchadnezzar*

"Tank, do you have anything?"

" Not yet, sir."

" Goddamn it! Do you at lest know where he is?"

" Yes sir. He seems to be in the custody of some mutants."

" What the hell are those?!?"

" Regular humans that have more control over their minds when their in plugged into the Matrix. Their able to control different elements the Matrix has set up. For instants, one of these mutants can control the weather. Another can control people's minds. Still others can control objects and force in the Matrix.

There are also some things I've never seen before at this place. Such as one of these mutants teleporting around in the Matrix. And one shooting spikes out of his body. Some of the greatest minds ever plugged into the Matrix are in this place, this 'institute'. They're so focused when their inside that they can alter the Matrix at will.

The problem is, all of them seem to have some kind of weakness. A mutant who shoots lasers out of his eyes can't open them without wearing special sunglasses, or risk killing someone with the powerful beam that shoots out. The teleporting mutant resembles a demon. And some simply don't have control over their 'powers'. Of course, none of them can ever hope to match Neo's power in the Matrix, but some of them come close.

It's a wonder the machines haven't killed them yet. I guarantee that this place would be harder to get into than that government building that you were held captive in. They've got security that makes Zion look like a joke!"

" Does Neo even remember anything at all of his past?"

" No sir. At least, not yet."

" Were going to have to go in and rescue him. Tank?"

" Yes, sir?"

" Plug me in."

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