Warning: This is a parody. Not a chapter, sorry. The real scene will look
nothing like this when I get round to it.
Before you stone me, I have three good reasons for not updating! One, SCHOOL has started! Two, I haven't written that much, and I can't jolly well upload bits of chapters. Three, I, uh, finished this ages ago and I didn't upload it. ^^;; Some kind soul has uploaded it for me. Thank you, kind soul.
What finally compelled me to upload was. a bunch of nice reviews. *drops hints noisily* Sorry! But anyway, I promise I'll write. I will. Matrix bliss is eternal. Yeah, so is my mountain of homework.
The song clip is taken from 'Endgame' from the soundtrack of the musical, Chess. Everyone ought to listen to that. ^^
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Neo draws himself up to heroic heights. His dashing black cape billows out behind him, though there is no wind. Light sparkles off the rim off his sunglasses, shading his soft, dreamy brown eyes.
You gaze, lovingly, in wonder. With his smooth, fair skin, he could be a marble statue in your eyes.
With a light leap, Neo soars across the room and lands soundlessly on the enormous white desk. He appears calm and completely in control, yet every fiber of his (gorgeous) body simmers with rage. The Architect shrinks back, quivering in his chair.
Neo takes a step forward. It echoes ominously around the room. The television screens flash various images of the Architect, whose hair is all now standing on end.
Neo takes a deep breath and begins to sing.
"Nothing you have said is revelation!"
It booms around the room, a thousand crashing waves of sound, as though the whole room is singing. Choirs of the One line the walls of the room.
Gravely, Neo intones, "Take my blues as read." It's like hitting the lowest note on the piano, over and over again. The ceiling resounds and throbs.
Several of the Neos in the television screens miss the point slightly, and their trench coats turn either red or blue as a result. One particularly funky One flashes psychedelic colours.
Likewise, the Architect's pasty face like a rumpled cream puff slowly takes on a greenish hue. Neo advances another step forward.
"My consolation-"
With one swift, graceful action, he yanks the Architect's pointer away with two fingers. Neo waves it above his head in a clear, perfect arc, and like a magic wand, every single television in the room changes to a single image.
Trinity.
"-finding out that she's my one. true."
Neo closes his (beautiful) eyes, focusing hard. The Architect trembles.
".obligaaaaaaaaa."
The Architect is very green.
".aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
A few psychedelic Neos return.
".aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
The glass on the television screens vibrates.
"-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaation!"
Everything happens at once - the television screens around the room shatter into millions of pieces. You cover your head with your hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the Architect falling sideways out of his chair, smoke pouring out of his ears.
"And that is why you should never watch too much television," you hiss at him. He groans.
You're distracted by a soft rush of air to your left. Neo. He strides confidently over to the door. Never missing a beat, he opens and closes the door behind him in one fluent, calculated move.
He is so cute.
You're left in the smoking wreckage and broken glass of a very empty room. The Architect doesn't stir.
You sigh, and wonder what on earth Neo was eating before you tried to write a chapter with him.
Before you stone me, I have three good reasons for not updating! One, SCHOOL has started! Two, I haven't written that much, and I can't jolly well upload bits of chapters. Three, I, uh, finished this ages ago and I didn't upload it. ^^;; Some kind soul has uploaded it for me. Thank you, kind soul.
What finally compelled me to upload was. a bunch of nice reviews. *drops hints noisily* Sorry! But anyway, I promise I'll write. I will. Matrix bliss is eternal. Yeah, so is my mountain of homework.
The song clip is taken from 'Endgame' from the soundtrack of the musical, Chess. Everyone ought to listen to that. ^^
---
Neo draws himself up to heroic heights. His dashing black cape billows out behind him, though there is no wind. Light sparkles off the rim off his sunglasses, shading his soft, dreamy brown eyes.
You gaze, lovingly, in wonder. With his smooth, fair skin, he could be a marble statue in your eyes.
With a light leap, Neo soars across the room and lands soundlessly on the enormous white desk. He appears calm and completely in control, yet every fiber of his (gorgeous) body simmers with rage. The Architect shrinks back, quivering in his chair.
Neo takes a step forward. It echoes ominously around the room. The television screens flash various images of the Architect, whose hair is all now standing on end.
Neo takes a deep breath and begins to sing.
"Nothing you have said is revelation!"
It booms around the room, a thousand crashing waves of sound, as though the whole room is singing. Choirs of the One line the walls of the room.
Gravely, Neo intones, "Take my blues as read." It's like hitting the lowest note on the piano, over and over again. The ceiling resounds and throbs.
Several of the Neos in the television screens miss the point slightly, and their trench coats turn either red or blue as a result. One particularly funky One flashes psychedelic colours.
Likewise, the Architect's pasty face like a rumpled cream puff slowly takes on a greenish hue. Neo advances another step forward.
"My consolation-"
With one swift, graceful action, he yanks the Architect's pointer away with two fingers. Neo waves it above his head in a clear, perfect arc, and like a magic wand, every single television in the room changes to a single image.
Trinity.
"-finding out that she's my one. true."
Neo closes his (beautiful) eyes, focusing hard. The Architect trembles.
".obligaaaaaaaaa."
The Architect is very green.
".aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
A few psychedelic Neos return.
".aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
The glass on the television screens vibrates.
"-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaation!"
Everything happens at once - the television screens around the room shatter into millions of pieces. You cover your head with your hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the Architect falling sideways out of his chair, smoke pouring out of his ears.
"And that is why you should never watch too much television," you hiss at him. He groans.
You're distracted by a soft rush of air to your left. Neo. He strides confidently over to the door. Never missing a beat, he opens and closes the door behind him in one fluent, calculated move.
He is so cute.
You're left in the smoking wreckage and broken glass of a very empty room. The Architect doesn't stir.
You sigh, and wonder what on earth Neo was eating before you tried to write a chapter with him.