Again I sat for hours gazing at her untill she awoke many hours later.
"Neo. What are you doing?" she asked.
"I can't sleep. The dreams...are so real."
"They're not real. You know you can tell me anything if you want. You don't have to if you dont want to...but I just want you to know that I will always be here for you." she said as she took my hand.
"I need to go back. Listen. Trinity. Would you think I was crazy if I told you that I think that the Architect was a program that was created by someone much more powerful?" I said.
"What makes you think that?"
"I talked to the frenchman. And he said that he was the creator."
"How can you be sure that he, himself, isn't a program?"
"I can feel it. There's something about his presence...I don't know. It is hard to explain."
I sat in the chair ready to go. She placed her hand on my chest. I gazed into her eyes. It looked familiar as if I had seen them like that once before. Only once. My thought was broken by Link.
"Okay people. Let's make this happen." Link said as he plopped down on his chair.
I looked back a Trinity and her familiar eyes.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"The pleasure's all mine." I responded.
Walking by her side that night was like a dream. The streets were all wet and shiny as the reflection of the street lights danced on it. Parked cars with rain drops on them glistened and all was silent. A cold wind blew suddenly. I recognized it. It was the same feeling I had when I looked into her eyes. Like I had seen it before. I had felt this before. We walked into Hel Club, managing to pass the doorkeeper. Trinity followed me inside. 'Where are you?' I thought to myself. What I did see was a man walking towards me quite rapidly. He was tall. Very tall. Taller than I was. He was wearing red silk pants and a black silk shirt. Around his neck, was a thick metal chain. His hair was a dark dusty brown color that matched his eyes.
"Excuse me. The Merovingian does not wish to speak with you now. May I give him a message for you?" the man said.
"Look, Sparky here's the deal: You let us speak to Merovingian or this gun is going to give you a little gift," she said cocking her gun.
"Follow me, then," he said and slowly turned.
"Neo. What are you doing?" she asked.
"I can't sleep. The dreams...are so real."
"They're not real. You know you can tell me anything if you want. You don't have to if you dont want to...but I just want you to know that I will always be here for you." she said as she took my hand.
"I need to go back. Listen. Trinity. Would you think I was crazy if I told you that I think that the Architect was a program that was created by someone much more powerful?" I said.
"What makes you think that?"
"I talked to the frenchman. And he said that he was the creator."
"How can you be sure that he, himself, isn't a program?"
"I can feel it. There's something about his presence...I don't know. It is hard to explain."
I sat in the chair ready to go. She placed her hand on my chest. I gazed into her eyes. It looked familiar as if I had seen them like that once before. Only once. My thought was broken by Link.
"Okay people. Let's make this happen." Link said as he plopped down on his chair.
I looked back a Trinity and her familiar eyes.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"The pleasure's all mine." I responded.
Walking by her side that night was like a dream. The streets were all wet and shiny as the reflection of the street lights danced on it. Parked cars with rain drops on them glistened and all was silent. A cold wind blew suddenly. I recognized it. It was the same feeling I had when I looked into her eyes. Like I had seen it before. I had felt this before. We walked into Hel Club, managing to pass the doorkeeper. Trinity followed me inside. 'Where are you?' I thought to myself. What I did see was a man walking towards me quite rapidly. He was tall. Very tall. Taller than I was. He was wearing red silk pants and a black silk shirt. Around his neck, was a thick metal chain. His hair was a dark dusty brown color that matched his eyes.
"Excuse me. The Merovingian does not wish to speak with you now. May I give him a message for you?" the man said.
"Look, Sparky here's the deal: You let us speak to Merovingian or this gun is going to give you a little gift," she said cocking her gun.
"Follow me, then," he said and slowly turned.