She stood outside the building, her head pressed against the cold stainless steel numbers "722" that marked the address of the old abandoned warehouse. She couldn't help but wonder what she was going to do... Now that he was dead.
It had seemed like just weeks ago that she had decided to break loose herself. The war wasn't her fault, after all, and she certainly didn't feel obligated any longer to listen to a bunch of Space Commanders who thought they knew any better what to do. Who listened to the Oracle anyways? She was just some cheap-sake fortuneteller who thought she knew what was going to happen.
"...And you find that hard to believe that I do.....", a voice spoke from beside her, and as she turned, the familiar aged face of the Oracle nodded to her briefly. "Don't let appearances fool you, my dear. You often try too hard to understand things the way your mind wants you to understand them, and not the way your supposed to. There's a big difference between the two, you know.". She smiled, wrinkles forming along the edges of her cheeks, as she moved to sit on the bench directly across from where the girl was standing.
"Elise...There's something I think you must learn...", the Oracle spoke quietly, patting on the bench beside her, "Come, sit with me. Let's have a talk". Without word, Elise, arms crossed over her small chest went over, sitting beside the old but wiser.
" You see... There are two different types of people in this..."; the Oracle paused for a moment, contemplating what to say, before deciding with a nod of her head, "...world of ours... There's people who depend on themselves, and what they, and they alone believe is the right thing to do". She smiled, looking to her, arching a fading gray brow at her before continuing. "Then, there are the others that depend on each other to work through the problems they've discovered. Together".
"...What exactly are you getting at?..", Elise looked at the lady with a sense of un-security, but still, she trusted her more than most people she knew. At least for the moment.
"..I think you already know what I'm getting at, sweetheart", the Oracle smiled, patting her on the cheek, "Do me a favor and watch out for yourself". Elise sighed heavily, looking away for a moment, down the opposite side of the street, watching as the cars, just merely images - fake images that the mindless computers had created for the humans to drown in - rolled down the street. Then, as she turned back to answer the Oracle, she noticed, in a mere instant, she was gone. Just the memory of her lingered, where she once was sitting beside Elise. She stood up, shaking her head, letting out another sigh, as she stood up, staring down the street, silently.

Meanwhile, inside one of the well-developed training programs that none-other than the computer masterminds of Morpheus's team had created, Neo was busily preparing his newest ally. The boy looked well rounded for his age, actually taking on the appearance to look older than he really was. For fourteen, almost fifteen now a days, he was looking more of the age of seventeen or eighteen, if Neo had to guess. Which was partially a good thing, for what he was training him to become.
" ...Alright Bullseye. Listen carefully. There's two things you must know about this training area that Morpheus taught me the first time I learned what your about to learn, now." He paused for a moment, looking to the boy, who seem preoccupied by his surroundings. People were bustling everywhere, and he seemed to be right in the middle of it all, barely catching a word Neo was saying, at least for the moment.
"Ahem. James...? Should I call you that and possibly you'd gather somewhat of what I'm saying..?", he crossed his arms over his black trench coat, squinting his eyes to see the boy a bit clearer. " I heard what you said, Neo", the boy answered simply, " 2 things. Morpheus taught you both, and..You were about to tell me them.." Neo stepped back slightly, in awkward surprise, amazed that the boy had taken such a niche' to unaware listening skills.
Suddenly, as it had happened before when Neo had entered this training area, the colorful red dress caught the side of the boys eye. He managed to flinch slightly, but did not however turn in the direction of her, merely smiling. "I'm supposed to turn. Aren't I, Neo? I'm supposed to turn, and follow the direction of the girl who just passed me. In the red dress. But this computer programs been programed to find some way to discompose of me, hasn't it?". Neo's cautious glance flew from a hard stare, to an amused, and rather pleased smirk. " I'm impressed.." Bullseye merely nodded, as he cocked his right hand, forming a fist, squatting just a tad bit, and slowly stepping an inch or so back, so that he was perfectly aligned with Neo, who was watching him carefully. Finally, after a brief moment, he turned hard to his right, hand flying right through the computer- simulated image of the Agent - where if it had been real, he would've successfully been able to knock the gun, which, if he had turned to follow the trail of the girl he had previously seen, would've been aimed directly at his forehead - his hand simply slicing through it, and landing back at his side.
By this time, Neo had already taken under assumption that the boy was more than ready, and had dis-attached his cell-phone, and dialed to Link. "Link, this is Neo. Bring us in. He's ready".