THE MATRIX: THE REMAINING FATE

By Michael Carruthers (urbanlegend23@hotmail.com)

***HUGE SPOILERS FOR "THE MATRIX REVOLUTIONS"***

For the purposes of this story, everything that happened in "The Matrix Revolutions" happened, except Trinity's death. I need her in this story, so just think while reading this fanfic that her death never happened and she survived the ordeals in the final entry into the trilogy.

Please also note that this story has no connection to my other Matrix fanfiction.

Chapter 1: Dream Analysis

Trinity walked the streets of Paris, her black, shining leather outfit looking snappy, her sunglasses shielding her soulful eyes. Her hair was slicked back as always, her expression completely placid, yet somewhat determined. She walked alone, and with confidence. Shirtless onlookers stared at Trinity, obviously thinking "what is that woman doing wearing such a tight, hot outfit on a day the Sun had never been more obvious. Trinity knew they thought this, and did not care. She hardly felt the heat, or the cold now that Neo was gone. It was as if she had lost all ability to have the physical feelings in the real world or the Matrix. She was...empty, and alone.

But she was here. Trinity felt like a small black ant while staring up at the Eiffel Tower, the famous World Heritage site. She marvelled at its glory, and knew...she just knew, that she had to get up it, to the room, and he would be there. And he would have the answers.

Trinity walked to the elevator, and it opened magically in front of her, as if it was controlled by a doorman who wished nothing more than to please Trinity. She got inside, and the large, spacious and well-designed elevator begin to slowly go upwards. Trinity wished it would hurry up, she was so anxious to see his face once more, after they had been parted for so long. After a long ride up, the door finally opened.

Trinity's heart missed a beat. She was staring at his figure, though his back was turned. His hair was slick and wavy, his coat perfect...just as she had remembered.

"Neo!" Trinity said, and her voice sounded far away. But he turned, as if at request. Neo, Thomas Anderson, Trinity's other half. His face clean-shaven and smooth, his soulful eyes making Trinity lose herself. Trinity's face lit up and her eyes widened. She removed her sunglasses, and dropped them. She had waited so long. And she wasted no time. Trinity began to run to him, and she reached out to hug him...but he disappeared. Trinity's heart flopped.

"Neo?" Trinity said in a small voice. Her world seemed to collapse. But he was just there...her only love, and he was gone again. Suddenly a familiar voice boomed through the lookout room of the Eiffel Tower.

"You have to help me, Trinity," Neo's voice said, calm as always. "Free me." Trinity turned around, and the room was on fire. She at once felt hot, feeling again, burning. The fire reached out, and her screamed...

And then she jerked up, sweating, panting, her forehead burning up. It was the same dream once more, exactly as she had remembered it from the previous five or so days. Trinity lay back down and closed her eyes, still panting, but decided it was useless to try and sleep, she would just have the nightmare again. She got up, and shut the door.

Trinity walked out onto the balcony, and looked out at the newly rebuilt Zion. It was not so different looking, though the docks were bigger, as were the control offices. The sentinels seemed to swim through the city, controlling the power and maintaining the peace that was decided between man and machine. Trinity knew that the sentinels and humans were working together to create more human cities, and that the machine city itself was being redesigned, and more minds were being freed from the false program of the Matrix. She knew all this as she was know a member of the Elite Council of Zion, a group of men and women who decide the fate of this real world, and agree on the best ways to keep the peace that was won maintained. Trinity thought to herself that the city had never looked more beautiful with the sentinels in it, the lights glowing, with more materials and jewels being used as decorations for the city.

"Trinity." A strong voice came from behind her. Trinity turned to face Morpheus, wearing a black loose robe, his big eyes as attractive as they always were. "Can't sleep?" he questioned her.

"I'm still having the dreams, Morpheus," Trinity told him. "Something has to be done."

"They're dreams, Trinity," Morpheus replied, a concerned tone in his voice. "We all have dreams."

"Not like this. I know something is going on in the Matrix with Neo, he's trapped somewhere in there. He's still alive, Morpheus."

"I wish that as much as you do, I really believe that. But the machines recovered Neo's body from the machine city, you saw it as well as I."

"I'm talking about the Matrix. I keep dreaming that I see him in the artificial world, and Morpheus - it feels so real."

"All dreams feel real. That is the purpose of a dream. Things that go on in our brains project into a dream, Our brain forces us to believe that these dreams have significance in real life, but in the long run, Trinity, they are just as artificial as the Matrix."

"So why do I keep having this same dream?" Trinity immediately questioned. "Why is it always the same, every detail. Five nights in a row I've had it, and five nights too many. I need to find out what the hell is going on." Trinity sounded so assertive it surprised Morpheus.

"If there is purpose for it, she will call you to her. But I doubt that she will tell you anything different than I have." Morpheus said calmly. "Please, Trinity, try to sleep peacefully. Free your mind of Neo and his demise. Rest."

Trinity nodded, and Morpheus touched her shouler affectionately. He then began to walk back to his room, and he approached the door, but stopped.

"Trinity," he said, in a questioning voice, still facing away from her.

"Yes?" she answered.

"I have dreams also. I miss him too, though not as painfully as you I suspect."

Trinity tried to answer, but could not think of the words. It was moving to hear that Morpheus, who often appeared so stern and sometimes even cold, could be experiencing some of the pain of losing the One as she had.

To be continued...