You miss it if you haven´t it anymore
Chapter 2: Ghosts POV
I am standing on the top of the scyscrapers in the Real World and watching along the horizon.
Machines and Human Hovercrafts are flying next to another in the sky, trying to make the sky clear as it was before the war. It was strange to think about it. For only a few years we had obviously killed each other and now we are working together to survive. Thanks to Neo.
And Trinity.
As I looked forwards over the edge of the scyscraper one tear is rolling down my cheeks than to my chin and falls downwards.
My sister was gone and that hurts. It hurts so much, that I cannot tell.
So I turn around and walks off from the scyscraper back to my apartment.
My apartment is large, overcasted with flowers in every corner. The colour of it is an mix of yellow and brown with a mild green. On the right wall behind the entry door hangs a photo of myself and Trinity. A wall paper.
Now I walk towards a mini-bar with a reddish coloured mahogany wood and mix me a drink, like every day at this time. My daily Whisky-Burboune Mix. As I drink this mix an idea comes to me.
Anywhere in that apartment should be my old processor. And I find it between some clothes in my wardrobe and behind an EMP rifle.
I hadn´t used the processor for a long time and on it is a lot of dust. I blow on it and the dust is flying through my apartment.
And a few configurations later I´m in my personally construct. I check out all files where they and load one of them.
It was the Zen garden. I walk through it, flowers moves to the wind. Here I had fought Trinity the last time. That was the last contest of us and I will miss it. I miss it now.
But more I miss you, Trinity and I hope you know it, wherever you are.
I´m not in the mood to phylosophy today and to be here in this construct without you hurts more. I wasn´t there a long time.
Niobe and Morpheus are together and they have two childs, Raven a little girl and Archon a young boy. They were happy and I´m happy for them. And Sparks . . . he is Sparks, what do I have to say? He is a good friend to mine and had helped me to come over with your death. Not much but a good thing. He es really a good friend.
Tomorrow it is Sunday and the next time I will go into the Matrix to come to your grave there. It is easier for me to go into the Matrix.
But I believe in second chances too. And I hope I will see you again, to tell you about my real feelings to you. I love you, Trinity.
Had someone saw me using the processor he would be surprised, because I avoid this.
I said, that I dislike that.
I said, it reminds me.
Reminds me of the time before this, as I was with my sister Trinity. As I was complete.
But I would never say that.
[Behind this cellar door on cheap guitars
We played our blues to the early hours
No one listening but a few old friends
We never dreamed it could ever end
This was our moment this was our space
This was a jewel of a time to have graced
But they're all sweet memories now
When we were the new boys
All my life I've been running
Down the side of this hill
But way down deep in my heart
Don't want the water to ever be still
All these friends have long since gone
Blown and scattered like autumn leaves
Some are lawyers and some are thieves
Some are long behind the sun
But I'll never be afraid
From the cradle to the grave
I learned my lesson and I learned it well
When we were the new boys]
('When we were the new boys' by Rod Stewart)
FIN
*the other chapters will follow soon*
Chapter 2: Ghosts POV
I am standing on the top of the scyscrapers in the Real World and watching along the horizon.
Machines and Human Hovercrafts are flying next to another in the sky, trying to make the sky clear as it was before the war. It was strange to think about it. For only a few years we had obviously killed each other and now we are working together to survive. Thanks to Neo.
And Trinity.
As I looked forwards over the edge of the scyscraper one tear is rolling down my cheeks than to my chin and falls downwards.
My sister was gone and that hurts. It hurts so much, that I cannot tell.
So I turn around and walks off from the scyscraper back to my apartment.
My apartment is large, overcasted with flowers in every corner. The colour of it is an mix of yellow and brown with a mild green. On the right wall behind the entry door hangs a photo of myself and Trinity. A wall paper.
Now I walk towards a mini-bar with a reddish coloured mahogany wood and mix me a drink, like every day at this time. My daily Whisky-Burboune Mix. As I drink this mix an idea comes to me.
Anywhere in that apartment should be my old processor. And I find it between some clothes in my wardrobe and behind an EMP rifle.
I hadn´t used the processor for a long time and on it is a lot of dust. I blow on it and the dust is flying through my apartment.
And a few configurations later I´m in my personally construct. I check out all files where they and load one of them.
It was the Zen garden. I walk through it, flowers moves to the wind. Here I had fought Trinity the last time. That was the last contest of us and I will miss it. I miss it now.
But more I miss you, Trinity and I hope you know it, wherever you are.
I´m not in the mood to phylosophy today and to be here in this construct without you hurts more. I wasn´t there a long time.
Niobe and Morpheus are together and they have two childs, Raven a little girl and Archon a young boy. They were happy and I´m happy for them. And Sparks . . . he is Sparks, what do I have to say? He is a good friend to mine and had helped me to come over with your death. Not much but a good thing. He es really a good friend.
Tomorrow it is Sunday and the next time I will go into the Matrix to come to your grave there. It is easier for me to go into the Matrix.
But I believe in second chances too. And I hope I will see you again, to tell you about my real feelings to you. I love you, Trinity.
Had someone saw me using the processor he would be surprised, because I avoid this.
I said, that I dislike that.
I said, it reminds me.
Reminds me of the time before this, as I was with my sister Trinity. As I was complete.
But I would never say that.
[Behind this cellar door on cheap guitars
We played our blues to the early hours
No one listening but a few old friends
We never dreamed it could ever end
This was our moment this was our space
This was a jewel of a time to have graced
But they're all sweet memories now
When we were the new boys
All my life I've been running
Down the side of this hill
But way down deep in my heart
Don't want the water to ever be still
All these friends have long since gone
Blown and scattered like autumn leaves
Some are lawyers and some are thieves
Some are long behind the sun
But I'll never be afraid
From the cradle to the grave
I learned my lesson and I learned it well
When we were the new boys]
('When we were the new boys' by Rod Stewart)
FIN
*the other chapters will follow soon*