Escape by DreamerMatrix
Disclaimer: IS ON EVERY OTHER PAGE SO FAR, DAMMIT! Oh well, OK...
The Matrix trilogy does not belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn't. It is the property of the Wachowski brothers, Andy and Larry, who shouldn't bother suing me because the amount they gained wouldn't cover the lawyer's fees.
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MORPHEUS: (VO) That's *my* line...
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Int, the Nebuchadnezzar, what ever fricking time of day it is.
NEO and MORPHEUS have a brief scuffle. NEO, to everyone's surprise, wins.
NEO: (to AUTHOR) Waddaya mean 'to everyone's surprise'? It didn't surprise me. Or you, either. You must have seen that coming.
AUTHOR: (VO) I'm the Author, not the Oracle, God damn your eyes!
MORPHEUS: Wrong movie, kid.
TRINITY: GEORGE!
AUTHOR: (appearing in person) Trin, get a grip.
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS and LINK all hit their heads on the ceiling.
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS and LINK: (simultaneously) You scared the b'jesus outta me!
CYPHER'S GHOST: HEY! *My* line!
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS LINK and AUTHOR all hit their heads on the ceiling.
AUTHOR: What the *hell* are you doing here? You're meant to be in the *next* chapter
CYPHER'S GHOST: They stole my line!
AUTHOR: Imitation is the highest form of flattery.Now piss off, you spook, before I turn you corporeal, jack you into the Construct Dojo and have Neo kick your ass.
NEO: Can't you do that anyway?
CYPHER'S GHOST: Meep!
AUTHOR: No.
NEO: (looking like a kicked puppy) Why not?
AUTHOR: Because you need to jack into the Matrix and get rid of your hangover first.
NEO: Oh. Yeah.
The Nebuchadnezzar shudders wildly as it comes under attack from Sentinels. Random pieces of metal fly all over the place.
AUTHOR: DUCK!
NEO: DUCK!
MORPHEUS: GOOSE!
TRINITY, NEO, and LINK all glare at MORPHEUS. AUTHOR hits MORPHEUS upside the head.
MORPHEUS: Meep! I mean, DUCK!
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS, LINK and AUTHOR all duck down. TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS and AUTHOR look at LINK.
TRINITY: Link! Both hands on the steering joystick and keep an eye on the sewers!
NEO: (muttering) And Tank thought *I* was a pathetic pilot.
AUTHOR: Screw you guys, I'm going home...
LINK: (to AUTHOR) Are you sure you know what you're doing?
AUTHOR: For God's sake, Link, sort out your trust issues already!
AUTHOR disappears.
LINK: You didn't answer my question.
Writing appears on the computer screen, temporarily replacing the Matrix coding. TRINITY reads it out, because NEO has started gibbering, in major flashback, follow-the-white-rabbit mode, an AUTHOR isn't sure that MORPHEUS and LINK can actually read, due to the fact that they both asked for audio versions of the script.
LINK and MORPHEUS: Hey! You weren't supposed to tell Trinity and Neo that!
TRINITY: Shut up, Link... The Author has you... Follow the Albino Sentinel... Bang Bang Link...
NEO falls to the floor laughing, banging his knees then banging his head.
NEO: OW!
TRINITY: (Still reading) Charge the EMP, idiots! Then trust me, and follow the Albino Sentinel... (no longer reading) That's all the Author sent.
AUTHOR: (VO) Thank you, Trinity.
TRINITY: You're welcome.
Disclaimer: IS ON EVERY OTHER PAGE SO FAR, DAMMIT! Oh well, OK...
The Matrix trilogy does not belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn't. It is the property of the Wachowski brothers, Andy and Larry, who shouldn't bother suing me because the amount they gained wouldn't cover the lawyer's fees.
~*~*~*~*~*~
MORPHEUS: (VO) That's *my* line...
CUT TO
Int, the Nebuchadnezzar, what ever fricking time of day it is.
NEO and MORPHEUS have a brief scuffle. NEO, to everyone's surprise, wins.
NEO: (to AUTHOR) Waddaya mean 'to everyone's surprise'? It didn't surprise me. Or you, either. You must have seen that coming.
AUTHOR: (VO) I'm the Author, not the Oracle, God damn your eyes!
MORPHEUS: Wrong movie, kid.
TRINITY: GEORGE!
AUTHOR: (appearing in person) Trin, get a grip.
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS and LINK all hit their heads on the ceiling.
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS and LINK: (simultaneously) You scared the b'jesus outta me!
CYPHER'S GHOST: HEY! *My* line!
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS LINK and AUTHOR all hit their heads on the ceiling.
AUTHOR: What the *hell* are you doing here? You're meant to be in the *next* chapter
CYPHER'S GHOST: They stole my line!
AUTHOR: Imitation is the highest form of flattery.Now piss off, you spook, before I turn you corporeal, jack you into the Construct Dojo and have Neo kick your ass.
NEO: Can't you do that anyway?
CYPHER'S GHOST: Meep!
AUTHOR: No.
NEO: (looking like a kicked puppy) Why not?
AUTHOR: Because you need to jack into the Matrix and get rid of your hangover first.
NEO: Oh. Yeah.
The Nebuchadnezzar shudders wildly as it comes under attack from Sentinels. Random pieces of metal fly all over the place.
AUTHOR: DUCK!
NEO: DUCK!
MORPHEUS: GOOSE!
TRINITY, NEO, and LINK all glare at MORPHEUS. AUTHOR hits MORPHEUS upside the head.
MORPHEUS: Meep! I mean, DUCK!
TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS, LINK and AUTHOR all duck down. TRINITY, NEO, MORPHEUS and AUTHOR look at LINK.
TRINITY: Link! Both hands on the steering joystick and keep an eye on the sewers!
NEO: (muttering) And Tank thought *I* was a pathetic pilot.
AUTHOR: Screw you guys, I'm going home...
LINK: (to AUTHOR) Are you sure you know what you're doing?
AUTHOR: For God's sake, Link, sort out your trust issues already!
AUTHOR disappears.
LINK: You didn't answer my question.
Writing appears on the computer screen, temporarily replacing the Matrix coding. TRINITY reads it out, because NEO has started gibbering, in major flashback, follow-the-white-rabbit mode, an AUTHOR isn't sure that MORPHEUS and LINK can actually read, due to the fact that they both asked for audio versions of the script.
LINK and MORPHEUS: Hey! You weren't supposed to tell Trinity and Neo that!
TRINITY: Shut up, Link... The Author has you... Follow the Albino Sentinel... Bang Bang Link...
NEO falls to the floor laughing, banging his knees then banging his head.
NEO: OW!
TRINITY: (Still reading) Charge the EMP, idiots! Then trust me, and follow the Albino Sentinel... (no longer reading) That's all the Author sent.
AUTHOR: (VO) Thank you, Trinity.
TRINITY: You're welcome.