The Matrix: Reverberations
Disclaimer: I did not create the Matrix. However. It is a
marvelous place to visit! See the monumental skyscrapers!
See the majestic Agents...
(an Agent once bit my sister. It's true. She was carving
her initials in the side of the Agent with...)
(we apologize for the fault in the disclaimer and would
like to notify the reader that those responsible have been
sacked.)
(mind you Agent bites can be very painful...)
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-Part 7-
Trinity didn't cry herself to sleep. Years of battle against the machines had taught her that such things were pointless. It didn't make one a better soldier if one's eyes watered, even if it did keep them human.
Even so, she found it hard to let go of Neo. He'd been promised to her, when she'd first learned the truth and had seen the Oracle.
Then Neo had come to, had made love to her, and then, as they sat at breakfast the next morning, he'd told her about Smith.
Smith, who was their mortal enemy.
Smith, who, in his time, had been the most feared Agent the rebels had ever encountered.
Smith, who was pregnant by Neo.
Trinity's brain froze every time it heard those words.
Smith.
Pregnant.
By Neo.
Trinity lay in bed, fuming. She was so hurt and angry, that she was sure he'd waited until morning to tell her, just so he could use her one more time before they broke up.
Neo had tried to tell her that he'd simply never had the chance to say anything, but she didn't want to hear it. She didn't care that Morpheus's speech had taken up a good deal of the afternoon, or that she herself had been caught up in the rhythms of Zion's music, desiring him at that moment as deeply as he desired her. None of that had mattered to her as she had thrown him out of her bed and out of her life.
Now, as she lie here, wondering how the Oracle could have made such a blunder, she thought of the crews on the other ships. The crew of the Neb hadn't been very helpful in trying to mend her heart. Perhaps, she reasoned, it was time to talk to a friendly stranger.
(tbc...)
Trinity didn't cry herself to sleep. Years of battle against the machines had taught her that such things were pointless. It didn't make one a better soldier if one's eyes watered, even if it did keep them human.
Even so, she found it hard to let go of Neo. He'd been promised to her, when she'd first learned the truth and had seen the Oracle.
Then Neo had come to, had made love to her, and then, as they sat at breakfast the next morning, he'd told her about Smith.
Smith, who was their mortal enemy.
Smith, who, in his time, had been the most feared Agent the rebels had ever encountered.
Smith, who was pregnant by Neo.
Trinity's brain froze every time it heard those words.
Smith.
Pregnant.
By Neo.
Trinity lay in bed, fuming. She was so hurt and angry, that she was sure he'd waited until morning to tell her, just so he could use her one more time before they broke up.
Neo had tried to tell her that he'd simply never had the chance to say anything, but she didn't want to hear it. She didn't care that Morpheus's speech had taken up a good deal of the afternoon, or that she herself had been caught up in the rhythms of Zion's music, desiring him at that moment as deeply as he desired her. None of that had mattered to her as she had thrown him out of her bed and out of her life.
Now, as she lie here, wondering how the Oracle could have made such a blunder, she thought of the crews on the other ships. The crew of the Neb hadn't been very helpful in trying to mend her heart. Perhaps, she reasoned, it was time to talk to a friendly stranger.
(tbc...)