Code can make your eyes cross over sometimes, after staring at it for hours
at a time. Green figures flowing smoothly down an invisible axis. So
overwhelming when you think about it, the code never ends. I used to
believe that if you stared at the TV for too long then your eyes would
become square shaped. Ha. There weren't any computers around when I was
younger but I'm sure that the old wives tale would now apply to computer
monitors too. Stare at anything for too long and it screws you right up.
Trinity. Square eyes. Hacker. Obsessed?
No. I'm not obsessed. I'm not.
How could I be obsessed over someone that I don't even know? Or perhaps the appropriate question is, how can I deny the fact that I have an obsession with someone that I don't even know, when most of my time these days is consumed by watching him? Oh no, no obsession factor there, Trinity.
But he's so complex. So beautiful.
Beautiful men can break your heart.
I'm so confused.
* * *
It all started with a trip to the Oracle. I had never met her before, I didn't know exactly what to expect from this woman, this person for whom Morpheus had such great respect. Cypher hated her, hated her calm demeanour as a contrast to his inner rage. Switch and Apoc regarded their previous visits as meetings if they had spoken to God herself. And me? I was scared of her. Scared from the very moment that Morpheus had mentioned that I was ready to see her. Scared of the idea of somebody so important in the Matrix. Not that I told anyone of course. I was afraid of my own fear, afraid that I would be sent to live in Zion with the naturally born if I expressed any doubt in Morpheus. So I plugged in just the same, all noir glasses and cemented hair, and walked forcefully into the dingy apartment.
"She'll see you now, Trinity."
She wasn't what I expected. She isn't who most would expect to see being the Oracle. A streetwise, chain smoking grandmother, gesturing to things with her spatula, her knitting needle, her cigarette. She was facing the stove when I first walked in, poking a turkey with a fork. But she spoke to me anyways. "Hello Trinity. I've been looking forward to this visit for a long time." She turned around to me and smiled, "I'm sorry if I seem a little distracted, but this turkey needs to go in now or else it won't cook by tonight." She heaved open the over door.
"Tonight?" I still stood in the doorway.
"Why it's thanksgiving, honey! Though of course I don't expect you to remember all that, you've been busy enough as it is outside of the Matrix. Training to do, muscles to build, codes to encrypt.a true soldiers life you're living now, aren't you?"
I watched her bustle about the kitchen, suddenly feeling saddened. A true soldier? I was unsure as to how she expected me to respond. Did she mean to say that, or was it just something that harmlessly came out of her mouth? I couldn't decide. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen as she finished putting the bird in the oven. I didn't offer to help but stood there in silent contemplation, staring at the snowflakes floating past the window. A true soldier? She interrupted my thoughts, "we are what we pretend to be."
"Excuse me?" I looked back at her, startled.
"The image that you project onto others soon becomes a part of who you are, a kind of cosmetic of the personality if you will." The Oracle gestured for me to take a seat, pulling the worn mitts off of her hands. She watched me for a second before pulling a lighter from her pocket, putting a cigarette to her mouth. "You see this cigarette?" I nodded.
"I started years ago, I knew even then that it was a nasty old habit. But I kept on buying them, until they started to grow on me. I thought that because I was a computer program, because I knew that all that went on in the Matrix was an illusion, that it couldn't hurt to take up a bad habit." She nodded her head ruefully at me, watching the cherry of her Salem glow. "But I cough, catch the odd cold, a stray wheeze far more easily then all them non smokers. Why? Because I created myself as a smoker, I defined myself as a woman who still buys a pack a day from the corner shop on Madison and 64th. Even though I know that I live in a dream world, my smoking has made itself real. What you decide to do and who you pretend to be always has an affect on the person you are destined to be seen as. Even if you're only pretending." She took a long drag. "Tell me Trinity. What kind of person do you think you are seen as?"
I didn't answer her.
"I can tell that you ain't much for talking. You're probably sitting there wondering why I even asked for you to come today, wondering why I've been talking about myself all of this time when really I'm supposed to be analyzing you? Well I can tell you this, you are a very special woman. A woman who's destiny is far greater than that of just a warrior, a soldier.a pawn in the game of the machine."
I interrupted her. "You're wrong. I am a soldier.I'm a fighter for the Resistance."
A twinkle in her eye. A slight smile. "I said 'more than' honey. I know what Zion's been programmed to tell you, fighter for the freedom of the human race.all that army crap. What I meant was, is that you have more to you than the average unplugged. You have a fate that is more complex than you would ever had imagined. You, Trinity, will live to one day change the fate of this war that we are fighting at this very moment."
I stared at her in disbelief, what kind of reaction does one give to a sentence like that? I tried. "What?"
A flick of the ash. Another slight smile. "Your life will become closely entwined with another unplugged, you will support each other, nurture, strengthen. This certain unplugged will also be key to the fate of the resistance, his unplugging will herald a change in the code, a panic in the mainframe of the Matrix, an all out effort to destroy him. This unplugged will be the One."
I swallowed for the first time since she had started to speak. "The One? But what do I have to do with the One? You've got it all wrong, it's Morpheus who's going to find him.I have nothing to do with him!" I tried to control my voice but it ended up coming out defensive, almost like an accusation. "What do I have to do with finding the One?"
She was watching my discomfort calmly. I felt like a schoolchild waiting for my detention slip. "You are a lot more important than you think you are, Trinity. Yes, Morpheus will be the person who physically finds the One, who brings him into the real world. But it is you who will find him spiritually. You see, the One won't realize that he is the One. Being the One isn't a sudden realization. It will come to him like adolescence, a slow process of change. And you will be by his side to help him." She stubbed out the butt and looked straight into my eyes, "you, Trinity, will fall in love. You will fall in love so strongly that you will be ready to die for this man. The man you will fall in love with, will be the One."
Now I know that I couldn't have moved if a whole army of Sentinels had charged through the front door. I was completely and utterly lost for speech, my face paling and my eyes widening behind the glasses, a welcome barrier. It was just about the most out there thing I had ever heard, the most unheard of. I swallowed again. "I'm going to fall in love?"
"Is that so unbelievable?"
Yay..over 1 thousand words this time! I know that it seems a little confusing but I promise that this story does have an actual base line. Keep those comments coming, I just loved getting that one word review: "boring!" -classic. But, as I said, disses are all part of the writing process. Blah blah blah. Enjoy ~Bisse~
No. I'm not obsessed. I'm not.
How could I be obsessed over someone that I don't even know? Or perhaps the appropriate question is, how can I deny the fact that I have an obsession with someone that I don't even know, when most of my time these days is consumed by watching him? Oh no, no obsession factor there, Trinity.
But he's so complex. So beautiful.
Beautiful men can break your heart.
I'm so confused.
* * *
It all started with a trip to the Oracle. I had never met her before, I didn't know exactly what to expect from this woman, this person for whom Morpheus had such great respect. Cypher hated her, hated her calm demeanour as a contrast to his inner rage. Switch and Apoc regarded their previous visits as meetings if they had spoken to God herself. And me? I was scared of her. Scared from the very moment that Morpheus had mentioned that I was ready to see her. Scared of the idea of somebody so important in the Matrix. Not that I told anyone of course. I was afraid of my own fear, afraid that I would be sent to live in Zion with the naturally born if I expressed any doubt in Morpheus. So I plugged in just the same, all noir glasses and cemented hair, and walked forcefully into the dingy apartment.
"She'll see you now, Trinity."
She wasn't what I expected. She isn't who most would expect to see being the Oracle. A streetwise, chain smoking grandmother, gesturing to things with her spatula, her knitting needle, her cigarette. She was facing the stove when I first walked in, poking a turkey with a fork. But she spoke to me anyways. "Hello Trinity. I've been looking forward to this visit for a long time." She turned around to me and smiled, "I'm sorry if I seem a little distracted, but this turkey needs to go in now or else it won't cook by tonight." She heaved open the over door.
"Tonight?" I still stood in the doorway.
"Why it's thanksgiving, honey! Though of course I don't expect you to remember all that, you've been busy enough as it is outside of the Matrix. Training to do, muscles to build, codes to encrypt.a true soldiers life you're living now, aren't you?"
I watched her bustle about the kitchen, suddenly feeling saddened. A true soldier? I was unsure as to how she expected me to respond. Did she mean to say that, or was it just something that harmlessly came out of her mouth? I couldn't decide. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen as she finished putting the bird in the oven. I didn't offer to help but stood there in silent contemplation, staring at the snowflakes floating past the window. A true soldier? She interrupted my thoughts, "we are what we pretend to be."
"Excuse me?" I looked back at her, startled.
"The image that you project onto others soon becomes a part of who you are, a kind of cosmetic of the personality if you will." The Oracle gestured for me to take a seat, pulling the worn mitts off of her hands. She watched me for a second before pulling a lighter from her pocket, putting a cigarette to her mouth. "You see this cigarette?" I nodded.
"I started years ago, I knew even then that it was a nasty old habit. But I kept on buying them, until they started to grow on me. I thought that because I was a computer program, because I knew that all that went on in the Matrix was an illusion, that it couldn't hurt to take up a bad habit." She nodded her head ruefully at me, watching the cherry of her Salem glow. "But I cough, catch the odd cold, a stray wheeze far more easily then all them non smokers. Why? Because I created myself as a smoker, I defined myself as a woman who still buys a pack a day from the corner shop on Madison and 64th. Even though I know that I live in a dream world, my smoking has made itself real. What you decide to do and who you pretend to be always has an affect on the person you are destined to be seen as. Even if you're only pretending." She took a long drag. "Tell me Trinity. What kind of person do you think you are seen as?"
I didn't answer her.
"I can tell that you ain't much for talking. You're probably sitting there wondering why I even asked for you to come today, wondering why I've been talking about myself all of this time when really I'm supposed to be analyzing you? Well I can tell you this, you are a very special woman. A woman who's destiny is far greater than that of just a warrior, a soldier.a pawn in the game of the machine."
I interrupted her. "You're wrong. I am a soldier.I'm a fighter for the Resistance."
A twinkle in her eye. A slight smile. "I said 'more than' honey. I know what Zion's been programmed to tell you, fighter for the freedom of the human race.all that army crap. What I meant was, is that you have more to you than the average unplugged. You have a fate that is more complex than you would ever had imagined. You, Trinity, will live to one day change the fate of this war that we are fighting at this very moment."
I stared at her in disbelief, what kind of reaction does one give to a sentence like that? I tried. "What?"
A flick of the ash. Another slight smile. "Your life will become closely entwined with another unplugged, you will support each other, nurture, strengthen. This certain unplugged will also be key to the fate of the resistance, his unplugging will herald a change in the code, a panic in the mainframe of the Matrix, an all out effort to destroy him. This unplugged will be the One."
I swallowed for the first time since she had started to speak. "The One? But what do I have to do with the One? You've got it all wrong, it's Morpheus who's going to find him.I have nothing to do with him!" I tried to control my voice but it ended up coming out defensive, almost like an accusation. "What do I have to do with finding the One?"
She was watching my discomfort calmly. I felt like a schoolchild waiting for my detention slip. "You are a lot more important than you think you are, Trinity. Yes, Morpheus will be the person who physically finds the One, who brings him into the real world. But it is you who will find him spiritually. You see, the One won't realize that he is the One. Being the One isn't a sudden realization. It will come to him like adolescence, a slow process of change. And you will be by his side to help him." She stubbed out the butt and looked straight into my eyes, "you, Trinity, will fall in love. You will fall in love so strongly that you will be ready to die for this man. The man you will fall in love with, will be the One."
Now I know that I couldn't have moved if a whole army of Sentinels had charged through the front door. I was completely and utterly lost for speech, my face paling and my eyes widening behind the glasses, a welcome barrier. It was just about the most out there thing I had ever heard, the most unheard of. I swallowed again. "I'm going to fall in love?"
"Is that so unbelievable?"
Yay..over 1 thousand words this time! I know that it seems a little confusing but I promise that this story does have an actual base line. Keep those comments coming, I just loved getting that one word review: "boring!" -classic. But, as I said, disses are all part of the writing process. Blah blah blah. Enjoy ~Bisse~