Neo and Trinity's POV

Machines are metal, are they not?

~We are flesh, are we not? ~

Hard, rigid, and devoid of emotion

~We are soft, gentle, emotions crashing down around us~

They have a method, a procedure

~We deal with what we are given as it occurs~

Does this all mean they could win?

~No. I have you, you have me, they cannot beat us~

Alone, we'll lose any and every war

~Together, we can stand tall, become unbreakable~

The survivors must know that

~They will, because we will tell them~

Together

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Well, this fic was plot less, just a rambling whim. I hope you liked what I did do with it. I'm stopping it here (unless you want more). I have school and soccer to attend to. I can post my other fics, but this isn't getting enough input to make me want to continue. So I bid you ado.