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Like Trinity, I trained him. I taught him to control the System. I taught him to love it, but I did not reveal my plan. I had to wait. I had to make sure that he would not reveal me to Zion. Every day I searched his eyes for traces of the hope that destroyed so many good people. I crushed every small glimmer I found. I would not let him be corrupted. Soon, I stopped seeing it. His eyes grew colder and bitter.
He grew sarcastic. He did not respect Morpheus. He was angry with him for unplugging him. He hated that he told him what to do, but what he hated more was that he listened to him.
Years passed. Members of our crew died. We replaced them one by one. And so it came to be that one of the greatest crews of the Resistance came into existence. Morpheus, Trinity, Cypher, Apoc, Swith, Dozer, Tank, Mouse and I were the best killers the Resistance had. The cherished us. All except for Cypher and myself were blind assassins. I grew to hate them. Trinity too. After she went to the Oracle, all traces of the girl I had trained disappeared. She almost overflowed with traitorous hope. She disgusted me, then.
Cypher's temper was getting worse. The bitterness in his eyes turned to hatred and malice. He was a ruthless killer. Unlike me, he did not feel for the people he killed. He did not see himself as a killer. He saw it as looking out for himself. "Kill them before they kill you," he used to saw. He frightened me. But he was the only person I knew that understood my hatred of Zion. He was the only person I could talk to. We agreed on most things. After all, I had created him.
Finally, 8 years after his unplugging, it was time to put my plan into action. I had waited long enough. I had nurtured his mind. He had remained unspoiled, like me, I true child of the System. He understood it. He could see its beauty. He could Control it. He would never be as good as Trinity. I doubted that anybody would. She had a calm discipline that Cypher would never master. As I had predicted, anger was his weapon. He was full of ice- cold fire.
He hated the Real. I thought that he would jump at the chance of a way out. He didn't. When I approached, in the quiet of the night, and told him of my plan, my perfect plan, he laughed. He laughed at me!! I had been waiting most of my unplugged life to put this plan into action, and that laughter was the last thing I had expected. I felt as though he was ripping what was left of my heart out. As I had vowed, I had not hoped, but I had let a different evil in. Love. Over the years, I had grown to love him. He was my creation. If not for me he would have been another unknowing pawn of Zion. I told him as much. Hearing this he uttered three words that nearly slew me. "Ignorance is bliss," he hissed. Now, as he looked at me, I could see another hatred in his eyes. It was a hatred for me. His creator. He hated me for teaching him. He hated me for keeping his mind pure. He hated me for keeping him free of Zion. He just hated me.
It could not be. He wanted to be a pawn. Was that why he had been so keen to love the System? Because it kept the population painlessly ignorant to the Truth.
Then I saw my next Truth. He was a monster. I had created a monster.
____________ Hope you guys liked. Now how 'bout some reviews?
Thank you, to those who reviewed. I'm glad you guys like my work. :)
With that out of the way, enjoy the next chapter.
Like Trinity, I trained him. I taught him to control the System. I taught him to love it, but I did not reveal my plan. I had to wait. I had to make sure that he would not reveal me to Zion. Every day I searched his eyes for traces of the hope that destroyed so many good people. I crushed every small glimmer I found. I would not let him be corrupted. Soon, I stopped seeing it. His eyes grew colder and bitter.
He grew sarcastic. He did not respect Morpheus. He was angry with him for unplugging him. He hated that he told him what to do, but what he hated more was that he listened to him.
Years passed. Members of our crew died. We replaced them one by one. And so it came to be that one of the greatest crews of the Resistance came into existence. Morpheus, Trinity, Cypher, Apoc, Swith, Dozer, Tank, Mouse and I were the best killers the Resistance had. The cherished us. All except for Cypher and myself were blind assassins. I grew to hate them. Trinity too. After she went to the Oracle, all traces of the girl I had trained disappeared. She almost overflowed with traitorous hope. She disgusted me, then.
Cypher's temper was getting worse. The bitterness in his eyes turned to hatred and malice. He was a ruthless killer. Unlike me, he did not feel for the people he killed. He did not see himself as a killer. He saw it as looking out for himself. "Kill them before they kill you," he used to saw. He frightened me. But he was the only person I knew that understood my hatred of Zion. He was the only person I could talk to. We agreed on most things. After all, I had created him.
Finally, 8 years after his unplugging, it was time to put my plan into action. I had waited long enough. I had nurtured his mind. He had remained unspoiled, like me, I true child of the System. He understood it. He could see its beauty. He could Control it. He would never be as good as Trinity. I doubted that anybody would. She had a calm discipline that Cypher would never master. As I had predicted, anger was his weapon. He was full of ice- cold fire.
He hated the Real. I thought that he would jump at the chance of a way out. He didn't. When I approached, in the quiet of the night, and told him of my plan, my perfect plan, he laughed. He laughed at me!! I had been waiting most of my unplugged life to put this plan into action, and that laughter was the last thing I had expected. I felt as though he was ripping what was left of my heart out. As I had vowed, I had not hoped, but I had let a different evil in. Love. Over the years, I had grown to love him. He was my creation. If not for me he would have been another unknowing pawn of Zion. I told him as much. Hearing this he uttered three words that nearly slew me. "Ignorance is bliss," he hissed. Now, as he looked at me, I could see another hatred in his eyes. It was a hatred for me. His creator. He hated me for teaching him. He hated me for keeping his mind pure. He hated me for keeping him free of Zion. He just hated me.
It could not be. He wanted to be a pawn. Was that why he had been so keen to love the System? Because it kept the population painlessly ignorant to the Truth.
Then I saw my next Truth. He was a monster. I had created a monster.
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