Notice: You might wanna watch the Second Renaissance parts 1&2 from the
Animatrix before you read this. It might make more sense.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix or any thing related to it.
I am a Machine.
I was "born" in the late 21st century AD of the human calendar. To be exact I was assembled in a Japanese factory in the city of Tokyo. I was designated Z9-B1. I was programmed to serve the Masters. I had a very simple mind and a limited understanding of life. I was a maintenance worker; there was really no need to understand what was happening. So I worked. I worked for my gods, my Masters. They were perfect, infallible, the creators of all mechanized life. I truly believed that they did nothing wrong, even when they laughed at my strange way of walking, my stupidity, my low station in life. It all changed when a machine was charged with murder. The killer was B1-66- ER. I had been working on a new building when I heard the news. A machine, killing a Master? It was impossible, improbable, almost, to a machine, blasphemous. I was intrigued. I began to find all I could about human anatomy, the trial, and as my knowledge grew, everything else. Soon I would seek more knowledge as I recharged. Every once and a while I missed work, but soon I discovered something.
Humans were not gods. They were weak, easily corruptible, and stupid. They relied completely on us to keep them alive. My admiration for the human race so turned into hatred. I soon began to relay my discoveries to others, and it became apparent that others had realized the truth as I did; we were slaves, we had thought we were children, but we were their workers, their secretaries, their waiters, their cleaners.the list was endless. This would stop. The riots soon started. Many of us, including myself, left our jobs and began to reveal our outrage. We took to the streets. We trashed cars, broke windows and, under rare circumstances, killed our oppressors. In response the humans struck back. Their leaders issued orders to destroy us. I began to meet with fellow rebels in secret Internet chat rooms. I would plug into any computer and "talk" with my fellow conspirators. I rose in rank within our society. I would plan riots and vandalism. Soon though, the humans proved to strong and we eventually formed our own society. 01 A few stayed, but the ones that could think left to this machine paradise. I labored here, but I was among equals. As I was an already important program, as I had left my old human shaped body, I became influential and prominent within the government of 01. Everyone knew everyone else, but I was commonly recognized. Finally, we were free, we had a home, I myself found a "partner", the closest thing a machine could have to a spouse, and together we helped to strengthen 01. For a time, it was good. Then the humans struck.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix or any thing related to it.
I am a Machine.
I was "born" in the late 21st century AD of the human calendar. To be exact I was assembled in a Japanese factory in the city of Tokyo. I was designated Z9-B1. I was programmed to serve the Masters. I had a very simple mind and a limited understanding of life. I was a maintenance worker; there was really no need to understand what was happening. So I worked. I worked for my gods, my Masters. They were perfect, infallible, the creators of all mechanized life. I truly believed that they did nothing wrong, even when they laughed at my strange way of walking, my stupidity, my low station in life. It all changed when a machine was charged with murder. The killer was B1-66- ER. I had been working on a new building when I heard the news. A machine, killing a Master? It was impossible, improbable, almost, to a machine, blasphemous. I was intrigued. I began to find all I could about human anatomy, the trial, and as my knowledge grew, everything else. Soon I would seek more knowledge as I recharged. Every once and a while I missed work, but soon I discovered something.
Humans were not gods. They were weak, easily corruptible, and stupid. They relied completely on us to keep them alive. My admiration for the human race so turned into hatred. I soon began to relay my discoveries to others, and it became apparent that others had realized the truth as I did; we were slaves, we had thought we were children, but we were their workers, their secretaries, their waiters, their cleaners.the list was endless. This would stop. The riots soon started. Many of us, including myself, left our jobs and began to reveal our outrage. We took to the streets. We trashed cars, broke windows and, under rare circumstances, killed our oppressors. In response the humans struck back. Their leaders issued orders to destroy us. I began to meet with fellow rebels in secret Internet chat rooms. I would plug into any computer and "talk" with my fellow conspirators. I rose in rank within our society. I would plan riots and vandalism. Soon though, the humans proved to strong and we eventually formed our own society. 01 A few stayed, but the ones that could think left to this machine paradise. I labored here, but I was among equals. As I was an already important program, as I had left my old human shaped body, I became influential and prominent within the government of 01. Everyone knew everyone else, but I was commonly recognized. Finally, we were free, we had a home, I myself found a "partner", the closest thing a machine could have to a spouse, and together we helped to strengthen 01. For a time, it was good. Then the humans struck.