Log 2
Laying in the dark and solitude of his room, Neo relaxed and allow himself to sink into his bed. He had been up unusually early in the morning to finish off most of his training and had had a very long and trying day. He had been strengthening himself in leaps and bounds, practicing and training with his comrades incessantly since his arrival in the real world. He had finally made the jump and was able to see the Matrix for what it really was - spiraling, running strands of green code. The others were simply amazed with his abilities - he was already able to fly for short distances, which no earlier 'One' had ever lived long enough to accomplish. Here it was, only a few short weeks since his coming and he was already beyond Morpheus' comprehension and control of the Matrix. His body and mind were fatigued both physically and emotionally. After his training and earlier before the meeting, Neo and Trinity had paid a visit to the Oracle. Her kind, soft-spoken words claimed of an answer to the situation at hand. The answer would come in the form of a marvel of a power borne, and would be the key evolutionary step of all of mankind. However, the key would not come to them - it would be up for them to go to it. Now, Neo's mind spun with possible answers. As always, the Oracle's advice came in the form of hints and riddles. He couldn't figure out what she meant, but all he was certain of was that the machine wasn't ready to serve its purpose, and it probably wouldn't ever be. The machines themselves as a society had the ability to perfect their own path of evolution as past history had now made tragically and perfectly clear, but mankind still had several thousand years before it would ever produce a better human. The questions plagued his mind for what felt like hours before he was able to quiet his psyche and fall into rest.
He slipped into the comforting blackness of sleep to a soothing dream. His heart fondly remembered the gloriously bright sun and the rippling green waves of the grass of the earth. As fake as everything turned out to be, he couldn't help but long for the peace and beauty of the world. He could feel the cool blades tickle his feet as he walked barefoot through the loving skin of the earth. The wind was floating past him, enveloping him in a dawn warmness he only wished he could feel one again.
As he looked up to the bluing sky, he noticed a figure atop a mound across the field. It was obviously a young girl, hair rippling in the breeze, sitting cross-legged in the grass with her face towards the rising sun.
He made his way towards her, stepping lightly through the grass and enjoying the soulful sensation of every step he took. When he was at the base of the mound, he could see her face more clearly, and was startled by her innocent beauty. She had long, deep brown hair, blazing hazel eyes, and a very fair complexion. Her face, at least 3 years younger than her true age, was glowing in the morning sun. Her eyes were afirewith the suns rays, wide and curious as her soul. They looked up at him as he made it to the top of the mound, two small tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Neo could only stare in awe and wonder.
She sat, still motionless, looking sadly up into his face. He immediately took notice of the long, thick plug jutting grossly out of the base of her skull, running into the soft earth. A familiar chill ran over his skin.
When she spoke, her calm, childish voice brought an eerie comfort to Neo's sudden curious sympathy. She was reciting a poem in a sing-song voice..
"Has it all faded? Has it been lost? Extinguished to nothing but smoldering loss? As the days do trip and years do pass, I'll always forget you next to last. The first thought slipping from my mind, is all the peace I left behind."
Neo's eyes slowly opened to the darkness of the room. He lay for a few moments, listening to his soft, steady breathing. Before he even had time to ponder the dream, the door creaked open. It was Trinity.
"Good morning sunshine," she said cheerfully. "Breakfast is ready. There's some news you should hear about."
Neo stood up and changed out of his pajamas into his daily clothes. He couldn't help but wonder what the dream meant, and what the poem she had recited was about. It was quite catchy though, and remained in the back of his thoughts from the time he woke till the time he sat down to eat. So catchy was it that at the breakfast table Neo grabbed a pen and wrote down what he could remember of it on a paper napkin.
Morpheus placed a folder of printouts on the table and stood up to address his crew as they ate. They all listened intently, not really absorbed in their usual meal of slop.
"Last night," he started, "Link and I stumbled upon what could be an interesting turn-around in our luck. A young potential was found to have peculiar neural activity, with cognitive wavelengths off the chart and beyond any previous comparison. After some extensive research and analysis," he paused, rapping his fingers on the folder "we found Minerva's neurological patterns to have extra-sensory energies."
The group materialized a response of shock and disbelief. Neo narrowed his eyes on some invisible focal point in the distance, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Somewhere inside him he felt a light switch on. Something beneath the surface connected, and beyond his ability to grasp it at that moment, it made sense.
"ESP? You don't actually believe in that garbage do you? How could a child of the Matrix have such control? It isn't plausible, nor is it possible," Ghost barked indignantly, sipping his coffee.
Morpheus smiled. "Do you remember, Ghost, when you were but a newborn to this cold and real world? Could you have ever imagined in the entire span of your pseudo-life that you were but a slave to something you never remember happening and were living a cruel lie - that nothing at the end of your fingertips, nothing being transmitted from your eyes into your brain, nothing you've tasted, touched, smelled, heard, saw, thought or felt could even in the slightest notion be completely unreal and in fact a simulation? I believe no longer in the controversial ideology of possible and impossible. Plausibility," he paused, raising his eyes to meet Ghost's, "is in the eye of the beholder." Ghost objected no further. Morpheus cleared his throat and continued.
"Speculation of the hidden powers of the human mind, as it appears, has dated as early back as millennia B.C. The understanding of the human mind has never been in an entirety - therefore we could only wonder what the dark sides of our minds held shrouded in secret. As we all know, only about 11% of the entire human brain as a whole is used on a daily basis. The other 89% of silent operation is basically in the dark to us as a whole, but certain unexplainable phenomena, such as telepathy, clairvoyance, as well as pre- and retrocognition, have all been linked to previously inactive parts of the brain.
"Shortly before the first war of the humans and the machines, scientific advances in the understanding of the human mind were at peaks never seen before in history. Experiments involving the transmission of certain frequencies of energies into normally inactive and unused parts of the brain opened up the potential of a superior and unknown source of power. The human race toyed incessantly with the idea of finding a solution to essentially master the secrets of our own existence overnight and propel our forces against the machines with the untapped resource of the human mind, just as our mission is to create a machine than can focus the Earth's natural resource of magnetic energy as a weapon.
"It is believed to be that the human mind had the ability to bend and shape the energies of the world, both real and fake, just as our minds can propagate the rules of physics and mathematics in the Matrix. One is conscious, the other sub. Her sixth sense is no different than our true sense of the Matrix. It's an evolutionary defense mechanism,..."
"...Survival of the fittest," Neo murmured. He looked up at his leader.
"Morpheus, I had a vision about Minerva last night - it came to me in a dream. I saw her, and although I've never met her and don't know what she looks like, I know it was her." Neo paused, looking around the room. He had the intense attention of all of his comrades. "Although I cannot figure out the meaning of it," he furrowed his brow, lost in confusion, "I know she can help us. She has the ability to control the Matrix as we do now, yet she isn't even aware of its existence. I believe she is what the Oracle told me about - the alternate method of defense for Zion."
"The machine!" Trinity exclaimed with realization. She grabbed the folder of printouts on Minerva's neural activity and scanned the data. She quickly went over the disturbances in the code around her, and their effects on the energies around her. The aura of electromagnetism around her was the most prominently skewed of the data, showing leaps and bounds in irregularity as well as patterns of conscious control. "She is our answer to the machine! The disturbances of the energy fields around her involving her extensive neural activity were concentrated prominently in the magnetic region of the electromagnetic spectrum. Her extrasensory energies could be the key."
A smile crossed Morpheus' face. You were always the brightest wolf of the pack, Trinity.
"Perhaps it is so that the machine medium isn't stable enough to handle such a pulse, but the human mind is," Morpheus concluded. Trinity nodded.
The group broke into commotion.
"Are we agreed,..." Morpheus began, but he was interrupted abruptly. It was Link.
"There's a problem, sir! You better come take a look at this."
The group clamored from their seats at the table and assembled around the computer mainframe, all eyes on the dripping code of the monitors. Trinity gasped.
"What the fuck...." she murmured.
"Minerva reappeared on screen a few moments ago. I was watching her neural activity, which mind you is still off the charts. Wherever she came back from, she did some pretty bad damage." Morpheus narrowed his eyes at the screens in confusion. There was an inconsistency focused on a single point in the Matrix. There was an open, bleeding wound in the code.
"There's a hole in the Matrix."
"Ghosts and UFO's," Neo mumbled.
"Bingo. Wherever she went, when she returned she tore through a few threads in the code. Her energy manifest, in essence, broke the Matrix. Or at least poked a little hole in it." Link sighed, unsure of what exactly how it was happening.
"They're on her already," Morpheus exclaimed. The agents wouldn't delay in finding her. The Matrix had never been torn before, and it was only a matter of time before the proper defenses were initiated. "We have to go in after her. This is our only chance. They're on the way."
Neo sat down in his chair and strapped himself in, determined. "I'm going in after her. She is the answer. I know it. I'm not going to let anything happen to her." Trinity grasped his hand.
"I'm coming with you."
"Link," Morpheus spoke, "get us in there as fast as possible. We have no time to lose." Link's fingers flew across the keys as the crew members plugged Trinity, Neo and Morpheus into the Matrix. The hole was gushing code, strands on every end coming apart. The fibrous threads, woven like a blanket, were stretching and pulling apart. Like a vast and inescapable nothing, the Matrix would cave in on itself. The warping of the Matrix itself would be the downfall and destruction of the pseudo-world, enveloping the human race in extinction.
Laying in the dark and solitude of his room, Neo relaxed and allow himself to sink into his bed. He had been up unusually early in the morning to finish off most of his training and had had a very long and trying day. He had been strengthening himself in leaps and bounds, practicing and training with his comrades incessantly since his arrival in the real world. He had finally made the jump and was able to see the Matrix for what it really was - spiraling, running strands of green code. The others were simply amazed with his abilities - he was already able to fly for short distances, which no earlier 'One' had ever lived long enough to accomplish. Here it was, only a few short weeks since his coming and he was already beyond Morpheus' comprehension and control of the Matrix. His body and mind were fatigued both physically and emotionally. After his training and earlier before the meeting, Neo and Trinity had paid a visit to the Oracle. Her kind, soft-spoken words claimed of an answer to the situation at hand. The answer would come in the form of a marvel of a power borne, and would be the key evolutionary step of all of mankind. However, the key would not come to them - it would be up for them to go to it. Now, Neo's mind spun with possible answers. As always, the Oracle's advice came in the form of hints and riddles. He couldn't figure out what she meant, but all he was certain of was that the machine wasn't ready to serve its purpose, and it probably wouldn't ever be. The machines themselves as a society had the ability to perfect their own path of evolution as past history had now made tragically and perfectly clear, but mankind still had several thousand years before it would ever produce a better human. The questions plagued his mind for what felt like hours before he was able to quiet his psyche and fall into rest.
He slipped into the comforting blackness of sleep to a soothing dream. His heart fondly remembered the gloriously bright sun and the rippling green waves of the grass of the earth. As fake as everything turned out to be, he couldn't help but long for the peace and beauty of the world. He could feel the cool blades tickle his feet as he walked barefoot through the loving skin of the earth. The wind was floating past him, enveloping him in a dawn warmness he only wished he could feel one again.
As he looked up to the bluing sky, he noticed a figure atop a mound across the field. It was obviously a young girl, hair rippling in the breeze, sitting cross-legged in the grass with her face towards the rising sun.
He made his way towards her, stepping lightly through the grass and enjoying the soulful sensation of every step he took. When he was at the base of the mound, he could see her face more clearly, and was startled by her innocent beauty. She had long, deep brown hair, blazing hazel eyes, and a very fair complexion. Her face, at least 3 years younger than her true age, was glowing in the morning sun. Her eyes were afirewith the suns rays, wide and curious as her soul. They looked up at him as he made it to the top of the mound, two small tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Neo could only stare in awe and wonder.
She sat, still motionless, looking sadly up into his face. He immediately took notice of the long, thick plug jutting grossly out of the base of her skull, running into the soft earth. A familiar chill ran over his skin.
When she spoke, her calm, childish voice brought an eerie comfort to Neo's sudden curious sympathy. She was reciting a poem in a sing-song voice..
"Has it all faded? Has it been lost? Extinguished to nothing but smoldering loss? As the days do trip and years do pass, I'll always forget you next to last. The first thought slipping from my mind, is all the peace I left behind."
Neo's eyes slowly opened to the darkness of the room. He lay for a few moments, listening to his soft, steady breathing. Before he even had time to ponder the dream, the door creaked open. It was Trinity.
"Good morning sunshine," she said cheerfully. "Breakfast is ready. There's some news you should hear about."
Neo stood up and changed out of his pajamas into his daily clothes. He couldn't help but wonder what the dream meant, and what the poem she had recited was about. It was quite catchy though, and remained in the back of his thoughts from the time he woke till the time he sat down to eat. So catchy was it that at the breakfast table Neo grabbed a pen and wrote down what he could remember of it on a paper napkin.
Morpheus placed a folder of printouts on the table and stood up to address his crew as they ate. They all listened intently, not really absorbed in their usual meal of slop.
"Last night," he started, "Link and I stumbled upon what could be an interesting turn-around in our luck. A young potential was found to have peculiar neural activity, with cognitive wavelengths off the chart and beyond any previous comparison. After some extensive research and analysis," he paused, rapping his fingers on the folder "we found Minerva's neurological patterns to have extra-sensory energies."
The group materialized a response of shock and disbelief. Neo narrowed his eyes on some invisible focal point in the distance, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Somewhere inside him he felt a light switch on. Something beneath the surface connected, and beyond his ability to grasp it at that moment, it made sense.
"ESP? You don't actually believe in that garbage do you? How could a child of the Matrix have such control? It isn't plausible, nor is it possible," Ghost barked indignantly, sipping his coffee.
Morpheus smiled. "Do you remember, Ghost, when you were but a newborn to this cold and real world? Could you have ever imagined in the entire span of your pseudo-life that you were but a slave to something you never remember happening and were living a cruel lie - that nothing at the end of your fingertips, nothing being transmitted from your eyes into your brain, nothing you've tasted, touched, smelled, heard, saw, thought or felt could even in the slightest notion be completely unreal and in fact a simulation? I believe no longer in the controversial ideology of possible and impossible. Plausibility," he paused, raising his eyes to meet Ghost's, "is in the eye of the beholder." Ghost objected no further. Morpheus cleared his throat and continued.
"Speculation of the hidden powers of the human mind, as it appears, has dated as early back as millennia B.C. The understanding of the human mind has never been in an entirety - therefore we could only wonder what the dark sides of our minds held shrouded in secret. As we all know, only about 11% of the entire human brain as a whole is used on a daily basis. The other 89% of silent operation is basically in the dark to us as a whole, but certain unexplainable phenomena, such as telepathy, clairvoyance, as well as pre- and retrocognition, have all been linked to previously inactive parts of the brain.
"Shortly before the first war of the humans and the machines, scientific advances in the understanding of the human mind were at peaks never seen before in history. Experiments involving the transmission of certain frequencies of energies into normally inactive and unused parts of the brain opened up the potential of a superior and unknown source of power. The human race toyed incessantly with the idea of finding a solution to essentially master the secrets of our own existence overnight and propel our forces against the machines with the untapped resource of the human mind, just as our mission is to create a machine than can focus the Earth's natural resource of magnetic energy as a weapon.
"It is believed to be that the human mind had the ability to bend and shape the energies of the world, both real and fake, just as our minds can propagate the rules of physics and mathematics in the Matrix. One is conscious, the other sub. Her sixth sense is no different than our true sense of the Matrix. It's an evolutionary defense mechanism,..."
"...Survival of the fittest," Neo murmured. He looked up at his leader.
"Morpheus, I had a vision about Minerva last night - it came to me in a dream. I saw her, and although I've never met her and don't know what she looks like, I know it was her." Neo paused, looking around the room. He had the intense attention of all of his comrades. "Although I cannot figure out the meaning of it," he furrowed his brow, lost in confusion, "I know she can help us. She has the ability to control the Matrix as we do now, yet she isn't even aware of its existence. I believe she is what the Oracle told me about - the alternate method of defense for Zion."
"The machine!" Trinity exclaimed with realization. She grabbed the folder of printouts on Minerva's neural activity and scanned the data. She quickly went over the disturbances in the code around her, and their effects on the energies around her. The aura of electromagnetism around her was the most prominently skewed of the data, showing leaps and bounds in irregularity as well as patterns of conscious control. "She is our answer to the machine! The disturbances of the energy fields around her involving her extensive neural activity were concentrated prominently in the magnetic region of the electromagnetic spectrum. Her extrasensory energies could be the key."
A smile crossed Morpheus' face. You were always the brightest wolf of the pack, Trinity.
"Perhaps it is so that the machine medium isn't stable enough to handle such a pulse, but the human mind is," Morpheus concluded. Trinity nodded.
The group broke into commotion.
"Are we agreed,..." Morpheus began, but he was interrupted abruptly. It was Link.
"There's a problem, sir! You better come take a look at this."
The group clamored from their seats at the table and assembled around the computer mainframe, all eyes on the dripping code of the monitors. Trinity gasped.
"What the fuck...." she murmured.
"Minerva reappeared on screen a few moments ago. I was watching her neural activity, which mind you is still off the charts. Wherever she came back from, she did some pretty bad damage." Morpheus narrowed his eyes at the screens in confusion. There was an inconsistency focused on a single point in the Matrix. There was an open, bleeding wound in the code.
"There's a hole in the Matrix."
"Ghosts and UFO's," Neo mumbled.
"Bingo. Wherever she went, when she returned she tore through a few threads in the code. Her energy manifest, in essence, broke the Matrix. Or at least poked a little hole in it." Link sighed, unsure of what exactly how it was happening.
"They're on her already," Morpheus exclaimed. The agents wouldn't delay in finding her. The Matrix had never been torn before, and it was only a matter of time before the proper defenses were initiated. "We have to go in after her. This is our only chance. They're on the way."
Neo sat down in his chair and strapped himself in, determined. "I'm going in after her. She is the answer. I know it. I'm not going to let anything happen to her." Trinity grasped his hand.
"I'm coming with you."
"Link," Morpheus spoke, "get us in there as fast as possible. We have no time to lose." Link's fingers flew across the keys as the crew members plugged Trinity, Neo and Morpheus into the Matrix. The hole was gushing code, strands on every end coming apart. The fibrous threads, woven like a blanket, were stretching and pulling apart. Like a vast and inescapable nothing, the Matrix would cave in on itself. The warping of the Matrix itself would be the downfall and destruction of the pseudo-world, enveloping the human race in extinction.