Author's Notes: Little one-shot peek into Cypher's brain. Possibly more
Cypher coming your way soon if I can make the Oracle co-operate and see him
in her kitchen.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. I just play with their minds.
I'm so fucking tired. Of everything on this goddamned ship. Everything. From the goop to Morpheus to Trinity. Especially Trinity. I'm tired of Trinity ignoring me and saving herself - certainly not her virginity, she doesn't have that anymore - for some unforeseen 'One' that she didn't believe in up until the Oracle told her she'd love the bastard. So as soon as you are involved in something, it automatically becomes important and real? Yeah, right. That makes sense. Well, this guy isn't important to me, if it is a guy. If the One were a girl, that would throw a rather large wrench into Trinity's plan to love the One.
But I'm so tired of being the extra man out on this ship. I've been here longer than most. Longer than Apoc, longer than Switch and certainly longer than Mouse. And still, everyone that's not me has someone on this ship.
Switch and Apoc are 'together' now, whatever that means. Apparently, it means they spend all off time together, doing nothing in particular. As for Mouse, all he does is hang out with his programs, especially the Woman in Red. Which leaves her with no time for me. And Morpheus and Trinity are holed up in that shit-hole he calls an office all day, making plans for unplugging some guy, some Neo character.
But Morpheus' bullshit is what I'm the most fed up with. He honestly thinks - and expects us to believe - that we are saving the world. And the sad thing is, I think everyone else believes him. But not me. We're saving maybe one, two people a month here and he thinks we think that'll stop the machines? Right on, old man.
So I plan to do what any man in my position would do - get my ass out of here. And if that meant burning all the people I had lived with for years, who cared? At least then they'd remember who I was. And I know exactly how to do it too, how to leave this mess. I'd hit them with what they never saw coming, with what no one ever saw coming - collaboration with the enemy. Zion would remember me, if only as a traitor. And my shipmates, well they would remember me, if they survived my attack.
I'm so fucking tired. Of everything on this goddamned ship. Everything. From the goop to Morpheus to Trinity. Especially Trinity. I'm tired of Trinity ignoring me and saving herself - certainly not her virginity, she doesn't have that anymore - for some unforeseen 'One' that she didn't believe in up until the Oracle told her she'd love the bastard. So as soon as you are involved in something, it automatically becomes important and real? Yeah, right. That makes sense. Well, this guy isn't important to me, if it is a guy. If the One were a girl, that would throw a rather large wrench into Trinity's plan to love the One.
But I'm so tired of being the extra man out on this ship. I've been here longer than most. Longer than Apoc, longer than Switch and certainly longer than Mouse. And still, everyone that's not me has someone on this ship.
Switch and Apoc are 'together' now, whatever that means. Apparently, it means they spend all off time together, doing nothing in particular. As for Mouse, all he does is hang out with his programs, especially the Woman in Red. Which leaves her with no time for me. And Morpheus and Trinity are holed up in that shit-hole he calls an office all day, making plans for unplugging some guy, some Neo character.
But Morpheus' bullshit is what I'm the most fed up with. He honestly thinks - and expects us to believe - that we are saving the world. And the sad thing is, I think everyone else believes him. But not me. We're saving maybe one, two people a month here and he thinks we think that'll stop the machines? Right on, old man.
So I plan to do what any man in my position would do - get my ass out of here. And if that meant burning all the people I had lived with for years, who cared? At least then they'd remember who I was. And I know exactly how to do it too, how to leave this mess. I'd hit them with what they never saw coming, with what no one ever saw coming - collaboration with the enemy. Zion would remember me, if only as a traitor. And my shipmates, well they would remember me, if they survived my attack.