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Anyone else who reviewed whilst I wasn't looking: Thanks, I hope.
Chapter 6: Night before the dawn
The last week had been the quickest of Silas' life. Upon leaving the council chamber, Gemini had grabbed his arm and dragged him off to Zion's equivalent of a pub. It was a foul smelling place which was grey all over with the sole exception of a flickering Neon sign near the entrance.
The alcohol was just as un-appealing. Silas received another headache shortly after his first one had subsided thanks to some God-forsaken tub of motor oil which the bartender swore tasted like beer.
The rest of the crew were nowhere to be seen. They had no doubt gone off to be with loved ones or drown their fears with some mind-numbing substance or another.
Underneath all the merriment and frivolity of the week, was the fear which hardly ever left Silas' side. It clung to him like a limpet, constantly reminding him that in a few days he was going to be torn out of the Nebuchadnezzar by a Sentinel and be dropped from a great height, or have some equally grizzly fate befall him. The images that accompanied these thoughts did so with frightening clarity.
This week had, for the first time in what to Silas felt like years, gave him time to reflect on the last two weeks.
It wasn't that long ago that he was a single, bored, humble man with an ordinary job and an unhealthy love of Chicken Kormas. Then, all of a sudden, he finds himself as a freedom fighter in what he believed was a nothing more then a fictional film.
The insanity of the situation had long since lost its awe inspiring effect on Silas. Now he only accepted the fact with a cool detached logic which, at present, had the nasty habit of bringing his mind back to images of Sentinels tearing him to pieces.
"Am I interrupting something?"
The startling break from the silence of his surroundings almost caused Silas to fall over the handrail before him and onto one of the seemingly endless airborne streets below him. Turning his head to his left, he saw Gemini trying to look as casual as possible. This told him that she was as scared as he was.
"No," Silas replied, turning his head back to the view below him, "I'm just thinking."
Gemini nodded, mostly to herself, and walked up to join Silas.
"Can't sleep either?" She asked.
"Can anyone?"
"Probably, it's always how it is. Whenever you can't sleep, everyone else can."
Silas laughed quietly and silence lingered in the air for a few moments. It was hard to engage in polite conversation when all you wanted to do was sit in the shadows and revel in your own fear and misery.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Asked Gemini, "I hate heights."
"Sure."
The two began to walk aimlessly down the curving path towards a lift, Silas' mind was now conjuring up images of Chicken Korma's and other foul temptresses which he knew were dead to him.
"Are you hungry?" He asked Gemini, weariness beginning to surface within him.
"A bit, there are a few food dispensers near the dock. It's a bit of a long walk, but what else are we gonna do?"
"Sounds good" Silas said, surprised at the thought that he was actually looking forward to eating the gelatinous crap which was forced upon him. With this thought in mind, Silas stepped into the lift.
"Fools," the voice whispered to itself behind the shadow of an APU, "they're handing themselves over to the true ones. They do not need peace when they can achieve dominance, and I'm going to make sure they get just that, I'll go back in, I'll be rewarded, these traitors and misguided ones will burn, and all the Earth will belong to its true masters."
Silas swallowed another spoonful reluctantly, no matter how hungry he got, he never believed that he'd ever get used to the disgusting slop he was condemned to eating for the rest of his life.
"I know," sighed Gemini, who had read Silas' expression, "It's been almost six years and I still shudder when I eat it."
"That's not good," said Silas whilst staring at a passer by on a catwalk almost fifty meters away.
Silas and Gemini had perched themselves on the top of the Nebuchadnezzar, it was cold in the dock, and quiet. The dark blue which the lack of lighting had cast on everything was bringing back memories of Silas' first moments of consciousness in the 'real world'. It was exactly the same as in the movie; there was the endless supply of motionless corpses suspended in mid air by endless towers, the huge mechanical spider that almost strangled him to death, the pitch black tube where and the foul water where he was deposited.
"Hey, Silas, are you alright?" The increasing volume of Gemini's voice brought Silas back to reality.
"What the? Oh, sorry, I think fatigue's beginning to overcome fear."
"Hmm", Gemini murmured in agreement.
The two edged their way to the nose of the ship and leapt down. The sound was unusually loud which Silas attributed to the eerie silence of the dock.
They reached Gemini's cabin first, Silas' weariness could be described as exhaustion.
"Goodnight." Said Gemini, the fatigue now clearly embedded in her voice.
"Goodnight" Mumbled Silas.
Gemini stepped behind the open door and out of Silas' sight, as it closed, he saw Trinity and Neo, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, making Silas jump.
"How the hell did you do that?" He said irritably.
"We live next door." Said Neo who looked as if he was fighting back the urge to laugh.
"I see." Silas replied, now feeling more weary then irritated.
"Can't sleep?" Asked Trinity quietly, as if trying not to wake any of the people who undoubtedly couldn't hear her.
"I'm just about to try, Goodnight."
"Wait a minute," began Neo as Silas walked passed him.
"Yeah?"
"Morpheus needs someone to visit the Oracle before we head to the surface, just in case there are any problems that we should be ware of, since you're the only one on the Neb who hasn't seen her yet, he wants you to do it."
Silas remained silent for a few moments, going to see the Oracle was just as insane as the other things in his new life that he had come to expect, but something deep within him was beginning to say that the Oracle would be the bearer of bad news.
"Um, alright." He said quietly after a few seconds.
"Goodnight." Said Neo, closely followed by Trinity.
"Goodnight."
A bit short I know, the next one should be longer.
Sxith-Mon: It's not really a weekly occurrence, but i'm glad you enjoy it.
Angel-of-Lightness/Naz/Miscellaneous third option: Cheers for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, your last review. I hope your diet of Cereal Bars and water goes well.
Anyone else who reviewed whilst I wasn't looking: Thanks, I hope.
Chapter 6: Night before the dawn
The last week had been the quickest of Silas' life. Upon leaving the council chamber, Gemini had grabbed his arm and dragged him off to Zion's equivalent of a pub. It was a foul smelling place which was grey all over with the sole exception of a flickering Neon sign near the entrance.
The alcohol was just as un-appealing. Silas received another headache shortly after his first one had subsided thanks to some God-forsaken tub of motor oil which the bartender swore tasted like beer.
The rest of the crew were nowhere to be seen. They had no doubt gone off to be with loved ones or drown their fears with some mind-numbing substance or another.
Underneath all the merriment and frivolity of the week, was the fear which hardly ever left Silas' side. It clung to him like a limpet, constantly reminding him that in a few days he was going to be torn out of the Nebuchadnezzar by a Sentinel and be dropped from a great height, or have some equally grizzly fate befall him. The images that accompanied these thoughts did so with frightening clarity.
This week had, for the first time in what to Silas felt like years, gave him time to reflect on the last two weeks.
It wasn't that long ago that he was a single, bored, humble man with an ordinary job and an unhealthy love of Chicken Kormas. Then, all of a sudden, he finds himself as a freedom fighter in what he believed was a nothing more then a fictional film.
The insanity of the situation had long since lost its awe inspiring effect on Silas. Now he only accepted the fact with a cool detached logic which, at present, had the nasty habit of bringing his mind back to images of Sentinels tearing him to pieces.
"Am I interrupting something?"
The startling break from the silence of his surroundings almost caused Silas to fall over the handrail before him and onto one of the seemingly endless airborne streets below him. Turning his head to his left, he saw Gemini trying to look as casual as possible. This told him that she was as scared as he was.
"No," Silas replied, turning his head back to the view below him, "I'm just thinking."
Gemini nodded, mostly to herself, and walked up to join Silas.
"Can't sleep either?" She asked.
"Can anyone?"
"Probably, it's always how it is. Whenever you can't sleep, everyone else can."
Silas laughed quietly and silence lingered in the air for a few moments. It was hard to engage in polite conversation when all you wanted to do was sit in the shadows and revel in your own fear and misery.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Asked Gemini, "I hate heights."
"Sure."
The two began to walk aimlessly down the curving path towards a lift, Silas' mind was now conjuring up images of Chicken Korma's and other foul temptresses which he knew were dead to him.
"Are you hungry?" He asked Gemini, weariness beginning to surface within him.
"A bit, there are a few food dispensers near the dock. It's a bit of a long walk, but what else are we gonna do?"
"Sounds good" Silas said, surprised at the thought that he was actually looking forward to eating the gelatinous crap which was forced upon him. With this thought in mind, Silas stepped into the lift.
"Fools," the voice whispered to itself behind the shadow of an APU, "they're handing themselves over to the true ones. They do not need peace when they can achieve dominance, and I'm going to make sure they get just that, I'll go back in, I'll be rewarded, these traitors and misguided ones will burn, and all the Earth will belong to its true masters."
Silas swallowed another spoonful reluctantly, no matter how hungry he got, he never believed that he'd ever get used to the disgusting slop he was condemned to eating for the rest of his life.
"I know," sighed Gemini, who had read Silas' expression, "It's been almost six years and I still shudder when I eat it."
"That's not good," said Silas whilst staring at a passer by on a catwalk almost fifty meters away.
Silas and Gemini had perched themselves on the top of the Nebuchadnezzar, it was cold in the dock, and quiet. The dark blue which the lack of lighting had cast on everything was bringing back memories of Silas' first moments of consciousness in the 'real world'. It was exactly the same as in the movie; there was the endless supply of motionless corpses suspended in mid air by endless towers, the huge mechanical spider that almost strangled him to death, the pitch black tube where and the foul water where he was deposited.
"Hey, Silas, are you alright?" The increasing volume of Gemini's voice brought Silas back to reality.
"What the? Oh, sorry, I think fatigue's beginning to overcome fear."
"Hmm", Gemini murmured in agreement.
The two edged their way to the nose of the ship and leapt down. The sound was unusually loud which Silas attributed to the eerie silence of the dock.
They reached Gemini's cabin first, Silas' weariness could be described as exhaustion.
"Goodnight." Said Gemini, the fatigue now clearly embedded in her voice.
"Goodnight" Mumbled Silas.
Gemini stepped behind the open door and out of Silas' sight, as it closed, he saw Trinity and Neo, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, making Silas jump.
"How the hell did you do that?" He said irritably.
"We live next door." Said Neo who looked as if he was fighting back the urge to laugh.
"I see." Silas replied, now feeling more weary then irritated.
"Can't sleep?" Asked Trinity quietly, as if trying not to wake any of the people who undoubtedly couldn't hear her.
"I'm just about to try, Goodnight."
"Wait a minute," began Neo as Silas walked passed him.
"Yeah?"
"Morpheus needs someone to visit the Oracle before we head to the surface, just in case there are any problems that we should be ware of, since you're the only one on the Neb who hasn't seen her yet, he wants you to do it."
Silas remained silent for a few moments, going to see the Oracle was just as insane as the other things in his new life that he had come to expect, but something deep within him was beginning to say that the Oracle would be the bearer of bad news.
"Um, alright." He said quietly after a few seconds.
"Goodnight." Said Neo, closely followed by Trinity.
"Goodnight."
A bit short I know, the next one should be longer.