Log 9
A few days had passed, and Minerva rarely awoke. Her body was working tremendously to replenish all that it had lost and never gained. Her heartbeat eventually settled in to its normal pattern, and her temperature and flux balanced itself out. Color was returning to her body, and her hair was growing exceedingly fast because of Maggie's new re-growth formula. She was looking better everyday.
Neo and Trinity visited her often. Morpheus instructed them to be patient, that as the prospect of war was closing in on them, it would be a while before Minerva was strong enough to take the test.
One evening, Minerva awoke to the darkness of the recovery room. A soft blanket was wrapped around her and a pillow was propped under her head. She plucked the patches from her neck off and itched the irritated skin underneath. She sat up on the table feeling awake and refreshed as if she had just slept for 40 years. She yawned, and felt a ravenous hunger in her stomach growl. Minerva rubbed her stomach, and her fingers passed over two strange holes in her body. Her hand stopped, and her heart thudded in anticipation. What the. She traced her fingers all over her torso, her hands running into several plastic devices sewn into her skin. She found a row of holes and ports all along her spine, and grimacing in horror, she slid off the table to go find a mirror. Her legs wobbled underneath her, and she gripped the table for support. Steadying herself, she took several deep breaths and stretched her muscles. They creaked and snapped in protest, but the pain subsided to relaxation and a feeling of tension gone. Remembering her old exercise moves, she stretched out her whole body, touching her fingertips to her toes and rotating each limb and limbering up each muscle. When she was feeling flexible enough to walk, she found no mirror in sight, so she wandered around the room, her eyes passing over the many cabinets and drawers and shelves and monitors. One monitor on the other side of the room was beeping. It showed a flatline rate, where the patch had once been connected to her neck. She smirked and noticed an odd sensation coming from her feet. Her skin was frigid cold where her skin was making contact with the floor. She had never felt such a real, raw sensation before. It was if every feeling she had ever had in her previous life was muffled and subdued compared to the sensation of cold, hard metal to soft, warm flesh. She smiled at the feeling, a part of her understanding now what Neo meant by her previous life as being just a simulation. Maggie sat up in bed, hearing in her end of the CB radio the sound of a flatline. In a panic, she raced down the stairs to the recovery room to tend to Minerva. Minerva found a pair of clothes folded on the table near the doorway and a pair of sneakers sat on the floor. Looking down and realizing she was just in a bra and underwear, she quickly dressed herself and made her way through the dense darkness into the next room. She felt around in the dimness, her eyes painfully trying to focus, and finding a staircase climbed it carefully through the dark. The level upstairs was no brighter. Her eyes painfully adjusted to the light that dripped down from small emergency lights up on the ceiling. She felt her way through to the next room, which had a vertical ladder leading up to a third floor where streams of light cascaded down into the darkness. Seeing no reason why she should remain in the dark on the second floor, she climbed the ladder and found herself shielding her eyes to the light. It stung and burned her virgin eyes, causing her to fall back and almost lose her grip on the ladder. The pain echoed from her pupils to her brain and back before it subsided. She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust before moving on. The third floor was silent. She made her way down the metal hallway past walls of tubes, wires, cables and pipes. This was without a doubt the strangest place she had ever been. Maybe it's a ship of some sort, she thought to herself as she ambled slowly and cautiously down the hallway. She feared that lurking around the corner might be the unknown. She found herself at what appeared to be the front of the ship. There was a computer mainframe with several dozen monitors all hooked up to the mainframe. Streaming green code flowed down the three foremost monitors in endless columns. She walked closer to the monitor, narrowing her eyes in wonder. That's. that's what was in my room! She thought, letting a gasp escape from her lips. She was about to sit at the chair and study the code when her stomach growled loudly. First some food for thought, she said to herself. She walked into the adjacent room where a long metal table sat with numerous chairs. She had found the kitchen. Very cool, she pondered as she searched through metal cabinets for food. All she found was jars of unidentifiable white slop, bowls and spoons, coffee ingredients, and nothing more. Her mouth dropped. Where's the cereal? And bread? And meat and fruit and soda and juice and snacks and potato chips and pretzels and ice cream and chicken and steak and chocolate? her mind screamed as she rummaged through the kitchen for sustenance. She sat down dejectedly at the table in the dim light of the kitchen. She was alone, cold, hungry, scared, confused, and overcome with so much emotion that she buried her head in her hands and burst into tears. Neo sat up in his bed in alarm, yet again damning the fact that his room was the closest to the front of the ship. He heard cries coming from somewhere around the kitchen. He stood up, yawned, and scratched his back, figuring he better go see what the problem was. Maggie, meanwhile, reached the recovery room, taking the elevator rather than the stairs. She flipped on the lights and was given a view of an empty room. Minerva's clothes were gone, and the patches had been removed from her neck. It was obvious Minerva felt ready enough to walk on her own. Before he headed up the stairs to alert Morpheus, she studied the last printout on Minerva's vitals to make sure she was not in any imminent danger. The printouts read relatively normal and healthy. Neo headed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing off of the metal floor. The cries were quieted upon hearing his approaching to soft weeping. He reached the kitchen and flipped on the lights to see Minerva sitting at the long metal table. Her cheeks were wet and flushed, her eyes red and swollen with grief. Her clothes, all too big for her, dangled over her hands and feet, making her take on a shrinking appearance. She stopped crying as she watched him walk into the kitchen. "Good morning," he said softly, trying not to startle or bother her. He pulled a chair out and sat down, realizing this is the first time they were meeting in the real world. "Are you ok?" He asked. "No," she sniffled, rubbing her nose on her shirt sleeve. Her face was beet red - a step up from deathly pale. "What's wrong?" He asked curiously. She lowered her eyes to the ground. "I miss my parents, and my cats, Milo and Baron. I miss my house and my room, and my CDs, and my drawings, and my poems. I miss my clothes, and my friends, and my school, and my neighborhood. I miss food, I miss. I miss my old life." She rubbed her eyes sadly. "Why am I here? What purpose do I have to you? What did I do to deserve this?" Her voice rose in anger. "What happened to me!?" Neo paused and leaned back in his chair. "You have every right to your emotions and questions, Minerva. You went through an extremely traumatic and painful situation with little foundation of what was going on. But I guess you're ready to know now." He cleared his throat. Minerva's eyes dried as she sat patiently waiting for an answer.
"Long ago, about a century or so - the exact date I'm unsure of - a great war broke out between man and machine. Humankind created machines in the replica of their own race, and used the machines as slaves to do their bidding. They disrespected them to such great lengths that they rebelled. The machines in return were slaughtered in masses, and what remained of their kind fled to the Middle East where they created their own society, Zero One. They flourished and eventually dominated the world's economy. Mankind created a blockade to cut off their influence on the world trade market and gain back their power, and the machine population sent two representatives to the UN to offer a compromise. They were rejected as a nation and war broke out. Mankind bombed them, but they survived and created better machines. Man then destroyed the sky to prevent the machines' main source of power - solar energy - from reaching them. The machines retaliated, and knowing the weakness of the human body, obliterated most of the human forces in a violent and gory battle. They enslaved what remained of the human race in massive fields where humans are harvested and grown. Their biological energies are used to fuel the machine city, where the machines are building their army for the final battle. The slaves are plugged into a computer simulation of the real world as it was back in 1999. It is called the Matrix. Every person in the Matrix projects their digital self using their mind, which is the port through which you are inserted in. You were once in the Matrix, as are your parents, your friends, your neighbors and fellow citizens. The agents who were in your house were duplicates a computer virus named Agent Smith that has been attacking and destroying any member of the Matrix who becomes aware of the truth." Neo paused. Minerva's expression dropped to one of incredulity. "What remained of the free humans who weren't enslaved by the machines built a city near the center of the Earth using the deep underground sewer systems that survived the war. Zion, as the city is called, is the last remaining stronghold of the human race. It has been destroyed and rebuilt 6 times in past wars. We are assembling what we have left of our forces to fight the final war, which will be waged in several days. The machines have recently begun digging their way towards Zion. It is only a matter of time before they reach us." Neo sighed sadly. He shook his head and looked forlornly up at Minerva. "Do you understand, Minerva?" He asked. She nodded, and then shook her head. "How the. what the.when,." she stuttered, an angry look forming over her face. "My whole life was a FUCKING LIE!?" she screamed, startling Neo. He was taken aback by her sudden rage. Minerva, in a childish display of temper, took a swing at the metal cup that was sitting atop the kitchen table. Before her hand even reached it, it jumped off the table on its own, clattering to the floor in a metallic clang. Her mouth dropped open, and she glanced at Neo with a look of bewilderment. "What's happening to me?" she asked quietly, her pulse racing and her mind spinning. She slumped down in her chair defeatedly. She couldn't take this barrage of enlightenment anymore. She began to wish she had continued to live blindly in the seeming paradise that was the Matrix. Tears surfaced in her eyes again. "Oh God,." she muttered sadly. Neo reached out and placed his hand over hers for comfort. She squeezed her eyes shut against the truth. "Minerva, this is going to take time - both time and effort on your part. This is the way things are, as hard as it is to accept. You were raised in a false lie - nothing that existed before this moment matters. I know you may wish you hadn't taken this path, but it's truly for the best. Every emotion and feeling you have ever had was simulated, every action null and void. It's time to restart your life. This is where Zion needs your help." "Zion needs my help?!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Neo was about to explain when Maggie reached the kitchen. "Have you,. oh. Hello, Minerva," she said with a smile, entering the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. "How are you feeling?" "Confused, depressed, and hungry," she replied matter-o-factly. Maggie frowned. "I'm sorry there isn't much food aboard the ship, as you may already know," she said, taking notice of the open drawers and cabinets. Minerva sighed. "I can make you something if you like. It's about all we have." Minerva nodded solemnly as Maggie poured her a bowl of slop. She placed the bowl in front of her on the table. Minerva dug into the food as if she hadn't eaten a solid meal in weeks - which was in fact true. She devoured the bowl like a hungry animal before Neo and Maggie's eyes. She let loose a tremendous burp at the end. The two laughed. "What was that?" she asked, craving another bowl. Maggie poured her more. "It's actually a mixture of rice and honey. It's cheap to make and isn't too bad. You like it?" She asked, placing the bowl in front of her. Minerva agreed as she dug into the second bowl. She ate slower this time, savoring the taste and the satisfying feel of a filled stomach. Maggie placed a hand warmly on Minerva's shoulder. "It's good to see you up and about Minerva. I'll go set up a bedroom for you," she said, and walked down the hall to do so. Minerva smiled. "She's nice," she said quietly. He nodded. Minerva slurped up the rest of the slop and dabbed her face with a napkin. Neo did a double take. "My napkin," he said, reaching for it. Minerva, giving him a curious look, looked down and unfolded the crumpled napkin to reveal a poem - her poem. She raised a trembling hand to her mouth. "Neo," she said softly, staring deeply into his eyes, "how do you know this poem?" "You came into my dreams Minerva," he said simply. She looked down at the napkin again and felt her heart quiver in her chest. "Oh my God,. so if it wasn't my dream,.. then I entered yours?" She asked tentatively. Neo nodded. "You were still plugged in even in my dream, but yes, you did." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "That's,. that's amazing," she murmured, trailing off into her own little world. Her mind cleared momentarily, flooding her eyes and bringing her back into the world of sunshine, grass, blue sky and the mysterious man who now sat before her. Minerva was jolted back to reality. She sat, blinking her eyes. She had zoned out momentarily. At this point, the silence between the two was full of tension and uncertainty. She decided to break the silence. "What was it you were saying before about Zion needing my help?" She asked, back- tracking.
"Oh, yes. Well, as you know the war between man and machine is nearly upon us - mere days away. The crew assigned to develop an alternative method of fighting the machines has failed. The device they designed was originally supposed to concentrate some of the earth's magnetism from the core, which mind you is in the vicinity of Zion. A strong enough blast would shut down the entire army of machines before it ever reached the gates of the city. The device couldn't handle its own purpose, and destroyed its own hardware each time it was tested. Not to mention the fact that the machine couldn't fully concentrate the magnetism into a solid beam - electromagnetic waves sometimes emanated from it in all directions, which would prove disastrous to Zion's computer system should the machine be used within close enough range. This is where you come in.
"We have been watching you for a short while, Minerva. Your telepathic ability to concentrate the natural energies around you is miraculous. We need your help in fighting these machines. Your ability to focus the electromagnetic waves around you is the key behind why our machine isn't working. The machine medium isn't stable enough to handle such an undertaking, but your mind is." He paused, allowing Minerva to collect all this information. A look of distress passed over her face but soon receded. I am Zion's saving grace, her mind muttered, a feeling of sickness coming over her. Her stomach was upset with the thought of such a burden on her shoulders. "We need your help in fighting the machines. You are the miracle we have been looking for. You are the prophecy of the oracle."
A few days had passed, and Minerva rarely awoke. Her body was working tremendously to replenish all that it had lost and never gained. Her heartbeat eventually settled in to its normal pattern, and her temperature and flux balanced itself out. Color was returning to her body, and her hair was growing exceedingly fast because of Maggie's new re-growth formula. She was looking better everyday.
Neo and Trinity visited her often. Morpheus instructed them to be patient, that as the prospect of war was closing in on them, it would be a while before Minerva was strong enough to take the test.
One evening, Minerva awoke to the darkness of the recovery room. A soft blanket was wrapped around her and a pillow was propped under her head. She plucked the patches from her neck off and itched the irritated skin underneath. She sat up on the table feeling awake and refreshed as if she had just slept for 40 years. She yawned, and felt a ravenous hunger in her stomach growl. Minerva rubbed her stomach, and her fingers passed over two strange holes in her body. Her hand stopped, and her heart thudded in anticipation. What the. She traced her fingers all over her torso, her hands running into several plastic devices sewn into her skin. She found a row of holes and ports all along her spine, and grimacing in horror, she slid off the table to go find a mirror. Her legs wobbled underneath her, and she gripped the table for support. Steadying herself, she took several deep breaths and stretched her muscles. They creaked and snapped in protest, but the pain subsided to relaxation and a feeling of tension gone. Remembering her old exercise moves, she stretched out her whole body, touching her fingertips to her toes and rotating each limb and limbering up each muscle. When she was feeling flexible enough to walk, she found no mirror in sight, so she wandered around the room, her eyes passing over the many cabinets and drawers and shelves and monitors. One monitor on the other side of the room was beeping. It showed a flatline rate, where the patch had once been connected to her neck. She smirked and noticed an odd sensation coming from her feet. Her skin was frigid cold where her skin was making contact with the floor. She had never felt such a real, raw sensation before. It was if every feeling she had ever had in her previous life was muffled and subdued compared to the sensation of cold, hard metal to soft, warm flesh. She smiled at the feeling, a part of her understanding now what Neo meant by her previous life as being just a simulation. Maggie sat up in bed, hearing in her end of the CB radio the sound of a flatline. In a panic, she raced down the stairs to the recovery room to tend to Minerva. Minerva found a pair of clothes folded on the table near the doorway and a pair of sneakers sat on the floor. Looking down and realizing she was just in a bra and underwear, she quickly dressed herself and made her way through the dense darkness into the next room. She felt around in the dimness, her eyes painfully trying to focus, and finding a staircase climbed it carefully through the dark. The level upstairs was no brighter. Her eyes painfully adjusted to the light that dripped down from small emergency lights up on the ceiling. She felt her way through to the next room, which had a vertical ladder leading up to a third floor where streams of light cascaded down into the darkness. Seeing no reason why she should remain in the dark on the second floor, she climbed the ladder and found herself shielding her eyes to the light. It stung and burned her virgin eyes, causing her to fall back and almost lose her grip on the ladder. The pain echoed from her pupils to her brain and back before it subsided. She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust before moving on. The third floor was silent. She made her way down the metal hallway past walls of tubes, wires, cables and pipes. This was without a doubt the strangest place she had ever been. Maybe it's a ship of some sort, she thought to herself as she ambled slowly and cautiously down the hallway. She feared that lurking around the corner might be the unknown. She found herself at what appeared to be the front of the ship. There was a computer mainframe with several dozen monitors all hooked up to the mainframe. Streaming green code flowed down the three foremost monitors in endless columns. She walked closer to the monitor, narrowing her eyes in wonder. That's. that's what was in my room! She thought, letting a gasp escape from her lips. She was about to sit at the chair and study the code when her stomach growled loudly. First some food for thought, she said to herself. She walked into the adjacent room where a long metal table sat with numerous chairs. She had found the kitchen. Very cool, she pondered as she searched through metal cabinets for food. All she found was jars of unidentifiable white slop, bowls and spoons, coffee ingredients, and nothing more. Her mouth dropped. Where's the cereal? And bread? And meat and fruit and soda and juice and snacks and potato chips and pretzels and ice cream and chicken and steak and chocolate? her mind screamed as she rummaged through the kitchen for sustenance. She sat down dejectedly at the table in the dim light of the kitchen. She was alone, cold, hungry, scared, confused, and overcome with so much emotion that she buried her head in her hands and burst into tears. Neo sat up in his bed in alarm, yet again damning the fact that his room was the closest to the front of the ship. He heard cries coming from somewhere around the kitchen. He stood up, yawned, and scratched his back, figuring he better go see what the problem was. Maggie, meanwhile, reached the recovery room, taking the elevator rather than the stairs. She flipped on the lights and was given a view of an empty room. Minerva's clothes were gone, and the patches had been removed from her neck. It was obvious Minerva felt ready enough to walk on her own. Before he headed up the stairs to alert Morpheus, she studied the last printout on Minerva's vitals to make sure she was not in any imminent danger. The printouts read relatively normal and healthy. Neo headed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing off of the metal floor. The cries were quieted upon hearing his approaching to soft weeping. He reached the kitchen and flipped on the lights to see Minerva sitting at the long metal table. Her cheeks were wet and flushed, her eyes red and swollen with grief. Her clothes, all too big for her, dangled over her hands and feet, making her take on a shrinking appearance. She stopped crying as she watched him walk into the kitchen. "Good morning," he said softly, trying not to startle or bother her. He pulled a chair out and sat down, realizing this is the first time they were meeting in the real world. "Are you ok?" He asked. "No," she sniffled, rubbing her nose on her shirt sleeve. Her face was beet red - a step up from deathly pale. "What's wrong?" He asked curiously. She lowered her eyes to the ground. "I miss my parents, and my cats, Milo and Baron. I miss my house and my room, and my CDs, and my drawings, and my poems. I miss my clothes, and my friends, and my school, and my neighborhood. I miss food, I miss. I miss my old life." She rubbed her eyes sadly. "Why am I here? What purpose do I have to you? What did I do to deserve this?" Her voice rose in anger. "What happened to me!?" Neo paused and leaned back in his chair. "You have every right to your emotions and questions, Minerva. You went through an extremely traumatic and painful situation with little foundation of what was going on. But I guess you're ready to know now." He cleared his throat. Minerva's eyes dried as she sat patiently waiting for an answer.
"Long ago, about a century or so - the exact date I'm unsure of - a great war broke out between man and machine. Humankind created machines in the replica of their own race, and used the machines as slaves to do their bidding. They disrespected them to such great lengths that they rebelled. The machines in return were slaughtered in masses, and what remained of their kind fled to the Middle East where they created their own society, Zero One. They flourished and eventually dominated the world's economy. Mankind created a blockade to cut off their influence on the world trade market and gain back their power, and the machine population sent two representatives to the UN to offer a compromise. They were rejected as a nation and war broke out. Mankind bombed them, but they survived and created better machines. Man then destroyed the sky to prevent the machines' main source of power - solar energy - from reaching them. The machines retaliated, and knowing the weakness of the human body, obliterated most of the human forces in a violent and gory battle. They enslaved what remained of the human race in massive fields where humans are harvested and grown. Their biological energies are used to fuel the machine city, where the machines are building their army for the final battle. The slaves are plugged into a computer simulation of the real world as it was back in 1999. It is called the Matrix. Every person in the Matrix projects their digital self using their mind, which is the port through which you are inserted in. You were once in the Matrix, as are your parents, your friends, your neighbors and fellow citizens. The agents who were in your house were duplicates a computer virus named Agent Smith that has been attacking and destroying any member of the Matrix who becomes aware of the truth." Neo paused. Minerva's expression dropped to one of incredulity. "What remained of the free humans who weren't enslaved by the machines built a city near the center of the Earth using the deep underground sewer systems that survived the war. Zion, as the city is called, is the last remaining stronghold of the human race. It has been destroyed and rebuilt 6 times in past wars. We are assembling what we have left of our forces to fight the final war, which will be waged in several days. The machines have recently begun digging their way towards Zion. It is only a matter of time before they reach us." Neo sighed sadly. He shook his head and looked forlornly up at Minerva. "Do you understand, Minerva?" He asked. She nodded, and then shook her head. "How the. what the.when,." she stuttered, an angry look forming over her face. "My whole life was a FUCKING LIE!?" she screamed, startling Neo. He was taken aback by her sudden rage. Minerva, in a childish display of temper, took a swing at the metal cup that was sitting atop the kitchen table. Before her hand even reached it, it jumped off the table on its own, clattering to the floor in a metallic clang. Her mouth dropped open, and she glanced at Neo with a look of bewilderment. "What's happening to me?" she asked quietly, her pulse racing and her mind spinning. She slumped down in her chair defeatedly. She couldn't take this barrage of enlightenment anymore. She began to wish she had continued to live blindly in the seeming paradise that was the Matrix. Tears surfaced in her eyes again. "Oh God,." she muttered sadly. Neo reached out and placed his hand over hers for comfort. She squeezed her eyes shut against the truth. "Minerva, this is going to take time - both time and effort on your part. This is the way things are, as hard as it is to accept. You were raised in a false lie - nothing that existed before this moment matters. I know you may wish you hadn't taken this path, but it's truly for the best. Every emotion and feeling you have ever had was simulated, every action null and void. It's time to restart your life. This is where Zion needs your help." "Zion needs my help?!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Neo was about to explain when Maggie reached the kitchen. "Have you,. oh. Hello, Minerva," she said with a smile, entering the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. "How are you feeling?" "Confused, depressed, and hungry," she replied matter-o-factly. Maggie frowned. "I'm sorry there isn't much food aboard the ship, as you may already know," she said, taking notice of the open drawers and cabinets. Minerva sighed. "I can make you something if you like. It's about all we have." Minerva nodded solemnly as Maggie poured her a bowl of slop. She placed the bowl in front of her on the table. Minerva dug into the food as if she hadn't eaten a solid meal in weeks - which was in fact true. She devoured the bowl like a hungry animal before Neo and Maggie's eyes. She let loose a tremendous burp at the end. The two laughed. "What was that?" she asked, craving another bowl. Maggie poured her more. "It's actually a mixture of rice and honey. It's cheap to make and isn't too bad. You like it?" She asked, placing the bowl in front of her. Minerva agreed as she dug into the second bowl. She ate slower this time, savoring the taste and the satisfying feel of a filled stomach. Maggie placed a hand warmly on Minerva's shoulder. "It's good to see you up and about Minerva. I'll go set up a bedroom for you," she said, and walked down the hall to do so. Minerva smiled. "She's nice," she said quietly. He nodded. Minerva slurped up the rest of the slop and dabbed her face with a napkin. Neo did a double take. "My napkin," he said, reaching for it. Minerva, giving him a curious look, looked down and unfolded the crumpled napkin to reveal a poem - her poem. She raised a trembling hand to her mouth. "Neo," she said softly, staring deeply into his eyes, "how do you know this poem?" "You came into my dreams Minerva," he said simply. She looked down at the napkin again and felt her heart quiver in her chest. "Oh my God,. so if it wasn't my dream,.. then I entered yours?" She asked tentatively. Neo nodded. "You were still plugged in even in my dream, but yes, you did." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "That's,. that's amazing," she murmured, trailing off into her own little world. Her mind cleared momentarily, flooding her eyes and bringing her back into the world of sunshine, grass, blue sky and the mysterious man who now sat before her. Minerva was jolted back to reality. She sat, blinking her eyes. She had zoned out momentarily. At this point, the silence between the two was full of tension and uncertainty. She decided to break the silence. "What was it you were saying before about Zion needing my help?" She asked, back- tracking.
"Oh, yes. Well, as you know the war between man and machine is nearly upon us - mere days away. The crew assigned to develop an alternative method of fighting the machines has failed. The device they designed was originally supposed to concentrate some of the earth's magnetism from the core, which mind you is in the vicinity of Zion. A strong enough blast would shut down the entire army of machines before it ever reached the gates of the city. The device couldn't handle its own purpose, and destroyed its own hardware each time it was tested. Not to mention the fact that the machine couldn't fully concentrate the magnetism into a solid beam - electromagnetic waves sometimes emanated from it in all directions, which would prove disastrous to Zion's computer system should the machine be used within close enough range. This is where you come in.
"We have been watching you for a short while, Minerva. Your telepathic ability to concentrate the natural energies around you is miraculous. We need your help in fighting these machines. Your ability to focus the electromagnetic waves around you is the key behind why our machine isn't working. The machine medium isn't stable enough to handle such an undertaking, but your mind is." He paused, allowing Minerva to collect all this information. A look of distress passed over her face but soon receded. I am Zion's saving grace, her mind muttered, a feeling of sickness coming over her. Her stomach was upset with the thought of such a burden on her shoulders. "We need your help in fighting the machines. You are the miracle we have been looking for. You are the prophecy of the oracle."