His name was Neo, his real name anyway, his companions and acquaintances
called him Jack Black, he wouldn't reveal his secret identity, they
wouldn't understand. He was a blacksmith-hence the name Jack Black and
worked all day making arms for the knights and their duels. Neo wouldn't
understand why he couldn't fight, after all his powers were phenomenal, but
they were his orders, to stay inconspicuous, try to be one-of-the-crowd,
and most importantly, not to let anyone find out the truth.
He slaved away day and night wondering when this anguish would end; he hated living in the past. He was told he would know when the time was right. There was only two things that kept him sane; one- his pretty maiden Trinity otherwise known as Elizabeth, she was his one true love. The other thing was the knowledge and the power inside him. Knowing that one-day, possibly in the near future, he could stop the inevitable and maybe overcome the future cataclysm of the Matrix.
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Neo was asleep and was abruptly woken by a soft knocking on his door, he kissed Trinity on the forehead and whispered "goodbye", he had a strong feeling who it might be, and he anticipated that the time had come.
"Good evening," Said a familiar scratchy voice. Neo's anticipations had been erroneous for it was not the man he thought it would have been, he was tall and beefy with a bush of wild hair that was covered by his hood. He was wearing dark glasses, a mysterious guy with no distinguishing features but a defiant posture that Neo felt meant business.
"Who are you," said Neo is his usual speech of minimal words. "That doesn't matter, all that matters is who you think I am," Neo found this ambiguous, this way of conversation was very familiar but was it really him, or some one pretending to be him.
Neo peered closer.... he was right! It was he! And it was time! Neo turned around, "Sorry Trinity, this has to be done without you, I hope you understand".
He slaved away day and night wondering when this anguish would end; he hated living in the past. He was told he would know when the time was right. There was only two things that kept him sane; one- his pretty maiden Trinity otherwise known as Elizabeth, she was his one true love. The other thing was the knowledge and the power inside him. Knowing that one-day, possibly in the near future, he could stop the inevitable and maybe overcome the future cataclysm of the Matrix.
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Neo was asleep and was abruptly woken by a soft knocking on his door, he kissed Trinity on the forehead and whispered "goodbye", he had a strong feeling who it might be, and he anticipated that the time had come.
"Good evening," Said a familiar scratchy voice. Neo's anticipations had been erroneous for it was not the man he thought it would have been, he was tall and beefy with a bush of wild hair that was covered by his hood. He was wearing dark glasses, a mysterious guy with no distinguishing features but a defiant posture that Neo felt meant business.
"Who are you," said Neo is his usual speech of minimal words. "That doesn't matter, all that matters is who you think I am," Neo found this ambiguous, this way of conversation was very familiar but was it really him, or some one pretending to be him.
Neo peered closer.... he was right! It was he! And it was time! Neo turned around, "Sorry Trinity, this has to be done without you, I hope you understand".