Disclaimer: I still don't own the Matrix or any of the copyrighted
characters. I only own m characters, and WhiteAsh only owns hers . . . um .
. . you didn't hear that . . . that was not a spoiler . . . heh heh . . .
no flames, please!
Chapter 8: Morpheus' and Brown's first conversation
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Brown opened his eyes to whiteness. He'd never seen anything like this before.
"This is the loading process. We can download anything from clothes, to food and weaponry. Anything we need." Morpheus said, standing not too far away from Brown. He was wearing a brown suit, a yellow tie, and black shoes.
"A loading program? Are you telling me that you cheat the programming of the Matrix for your own purposes?" Brown smirked.
"Yes. That is correct. However, we can't download a program that would increase our speed, strength, or our own personal knowledge. Those are gifts that need time to learn, grow and come into the peak of value." Morpheus replied.
"Are you sure that this is not the Neb? I do not feel any different." Brown said.
"I suppose this program, like the Matrix, is like the internet. When you access the internet, you do not look or feel different to yourself. However, when you describe yourself to others, they may see you different, and you may change the way you actually look. Look at yourself." Morpheus pointed.
Brown noticed he looked like an Agent again. He had his black suit, his shoes, his tie, his white shirt, his glasses and his hair. Plus his skin, too.
"Your height has also returned to normal," Morpheus pointed out first, "Your hair is back, your clothes are back. You are no longer an android. Also, the earphone you had as an Agent is now gone."
Brown felt his ear, then exhaled in happiness and relief, "I'm . . ."
"Free." Morpheus finished Brown's sentence.
Brown smiled. "I'm free . . . I'm free . . . I'm free! No more taking orders from other agents or programs!" He shouted and actually jumped in pride and victory.
Glitch was watching Brown on the screen. "Aw . . . look how happy he is."
"I've never seen Brown smile like that." Neo recalled.
"He was probably never allowed." Trinity replied.
After Brown finished being euphoric, he returned to a serious mood. He noticed two red chairs and a television were now in front of him.
Morpheus sat in one of them and grabbed a remote control. Brown sat in the other chair. Brown straightened his tie, fixed his glasses, then stared at Morpheus. "I am sorry for that . . . outburst," he said, "I am not used to such a feeling."
"Happiness? There is nothing to forgive. There will be people that will tell you not to be angry, not to fight or to cry. But they should never tell you not to be happy." Morpheus replied.
Brown nodded. Morpheus flicked on the television screen to the Matrix in present time. "This is the Matrix that you know now. Tell me, Agent Brown . . . what do you feel or think when you see it?"
"I hate it . . . but also . . . I have a deep respect for the man the created it. I also love the Matrix. It is a genuine masterpiece . . ." Brown thought for a moment, "Did I just say that?"
"That is EXACTLY my point! No matter where or who you are, you are still a slave to the Matrix. We are all dependent on the system, and thus we are not free." Morpheus smiled.
"So, what must we do?" Brown asked.
"If we are able to destroy the Matrix and free the people who's souls are locked inside, we will finally be free from the Matrix." Morpheus explained.
Brown was about to ask Morpheus an important question, but decided not to ask right now. Morpheus clicked the television to a horrific image of what the real world looks today. Then, they appeared in the desert of the real.
Brown was un-phased.
"As you may already know, somewhere in the 20th century, humans joined in a huge celebration as they created AI. However, a war between machines and humans erupted. We don't exactly know who struck first, us or them, but we do know that it was us who torched the sky." Morpheus explained, looking up at the rumbling, thunder and lightening ridden sky.
"We like to think that it was the humans that struck first." Brown said, smirking.
"Why?" Morpheus asked.
Brown leaned in and said to Morpheus calmly, and with a subtle smile, "You created us."
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A/N: Oh, I love that last line! It's so evil! Then it makes you wonder . . . with that tone in his voice, who's side is Brown really on? Find out later! By the way, the next chapter is EXTREMELY tiny! It had to be, because I don't want two different situations going on. R and R, please! And no flames, please.
Chapter 8: Morpheus' and Brown's first conversation
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Brown opened his eyes to whiteness. He'd never seen anything like this before.
"This is the loading process. We can download anything from clothes, to food and weaponry. Anything we need." Morpheus said, standing not too far away from Brown. He was wearing a brown suit, a yellow tie, and black shoes.
"A loading program? Are you telling me that you cheat the programming of the Matrix for your own purposes?" Brown smirked.
"Yes. That is correct. However, we can't download a program that would increase our speed, strength, or our own personal knowledge. Those are gifts that need time to learn, grow and come into the peak of value." Morpheus replied.
"Are you sure that this is not the Neb? I do not feel any different." Brown said.
"I suppose this program, like the Matrix, is like the internet. When you access the internet, you do not look or feel different to yourself. However, when you describe yourself to others, they may see you different, and you may change the way you actually look. Look at yourself." Morpheus pointed.
Brown noticed he looked like an Agent again. He had his black suit, his shoes, his tie, his white shirt, his glasses and his hair. Plus his skin, too.
"Your height has also returned to normal," Morpheus pointed out first, "Your hair is back, your clothes are back. You are no longer an android. Also, the earphone you had as an Agent is now gone."
Brown felt his ear, then exhaled in happiness and relief, "I'm . . ."
"Free." Morpheus finished Brown's sentence.
Brown smiled. "I'm free . . . I'm free . . . I'm free! No more taking orders from other agents or programs!" He shouted and actually jumped in pride and victory.
Glitch was watching Brown on the screen. "Aw . . . look how happy he is."
"I've never seen Brown smile like that." Neo recalled.
"He was probably never allowed." Trinity replied.
After Brown finished being euphoric, he returned to a serious mood. He noticed two red chairs and a television were now in front of him.
Morpheus sat in one of them and grabbed a remote control. Brown sat in the other chair. Brown straightened his tie, fixed his glasses, then stared at Morpheus. "I am sorry for that . . . outburst," he said, "I am not used to such a feeling."
"Happiness? There is nothing to forgive. There will be people that will tell you not to be angry, not to fight or to cry. But they should never tell you not to be happy." Morpheus replied.
Brown nodded. Morpheus flicked on the television screen to the Matrix in present time. "This is the Matrix that you know now. Tell me, Agent Brown . . . what do you feel or think when you see it?"
"I hate it . . . but also . . . I have a deep respect for the man the created it. I also love the Matrix. It is a genuine masterpiece . . ." Brown thought for a moment, "Did I just say that?"
"That is EXACTLY my point! No matter where or who you are, you are still a slave to the Matrix. We are all dependent on the system, and thus we are not free." Morpheus smiled.
"So, what must we do?" Brown asked.
"If we are able to destroy the Matrix and free the people who's souls are locked inside, we will finally be free from the Matrix." Morpheus explained.
Brown was about to ask Morpheus an important question, but decided not to ask right now. Morpheus clicked the television to a horrific image of what the real world looks today. Then, they appeared in the desert of the real.
Brown was un-phased.
"As you may already know, somewhere in the 20th century, humans joined in a huge celebration as they created AI. However, a war between machines and humans erupted. We don't exactly know who struck first, us or them, but we do know that it was us who torched the sky." Morpheus explained, looking up at the rumbling, thunder and lightening ridden sky.
"We like to think that it was the humans that struck first." Brown said, smirking.
"Why?" Morpheus asked.
Brown leaned in and said to Morpheus calmly, and with a subtle smile, "You created us."
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A/N: Oh, I love that last line! It's so evil! Then it makes you wonder . . . with that tone in his voice, who's side is Brown really on? Find out later! By the way, the next chapter is EXTREMELY tiny! It had to be, because I don't want two different situations going on. R and R, please! And no flames, please.
