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 3: Deliverance
The Council members turned abruptly. They were staring at a boy, who looked no older than 15. He was skinny, medium in height, with a stylish tuft of blonde hair on his otherwise bald head. His eyes seemed to be glowing and his face lit up the room.
"Who are you?" asked Burfay.
"I am the Deliverer," the boy replied. He was very placid and confident, which almost made him look older though his appearance did not help with the ageing process.
"The Deliverer of what?" Niobe said coldly. She did not get a reply, for Trinity, demanding as ever, chimed into her question.
"What are you saying about Neo?" Trinity asked.
"The One is ever watchful of you," the Deliverer said. "Yet I can say no more. She demands you speak with her, as soon as possible for She has a message for you." Trinity turned her head, questioning Morpheus.
"The Oracle," Morpheus said.
"Pardon me, Sir Morpheus. The Logos must depart now, She says the message is urgent, She says it must be foretold now," the Deliverer spoke.
"Then we gather our things, and take only of what we need," Morpheus said. Burfay stood up.
"Why do we have to leave now, when we need so much more time to prepare our mission?" Burfay questioned.
"The Oracle asks it of us," Morpheus said simply.
"And why must we obey the Oracle?" Burfay said sarcastically. "She is not to be trusted."
The room seemed to go into a state of shock, and silence. Morpheus face seemed lost somewhere between anger and disappointment for Burfay. Niobe looked at the ground, remembering her break up with Morpheus after his visit to the Oracle. But she looked at his face - seeing the faith he had in the Oracle, and lifted her head, her faith restored. The Deliverer coughed noticeably, not voicing his anger.
"You are new, Burfay. You have not visited the Oracle. You know not of her triumphs, and of her help to us in restoring the peace," Morpheus said through gritted teeth.
"I know she gives misleading information that has, in the past, caused injury and death. I know she was not able to resist Smith's hand. I know she herself had to fight Neo to make the-"
"You don't bring Neo into this," Trinity said, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Or I'll see to it that you are sentenced to a fate worse than death."
Burfay looked slightly impressed behind his frightened eyes. Valerie Grace spoke up.
"Trinity, refrain in the future from making threats against fellow Council members," Valerie said. Burfay smirked. "Burfay, don't be such an unfaithful bastard in the future." Trinity returned the smirk. "The Logos departs in an hour. Gather your things."
**
As Trinity packed clothes and possessions in her room, she couldn't help but wonder what on Earth the Oracle had to tell her about Neo. She thought if it related to her dream...she wished it did. Though that would mean serious fire issues. Trinity packed frantically, not really realising what she was putting into her bag. It was too important that the ship depart now.
Three floors down Link and Zee were also packing, readying to depart Zion.
"Burfay does have a point," Zee said. Link was surprised.
"What do you mean? You think the Oracle is a cop-out?" Link questioned.
"No...actually...I don't know," Zee said, confused, zipping up her trunk. "It's just, Link...do you really think she can be trusted? Many times ships from Zion have been sent out on her account and many times bad things have happened. It's the trusting part that gets me."
Link considered her words, yet did not reply. His own opinion of the Oracle had not been solidified as he had never met her and did not intend on doing so.
Only a couple of rooms across Fior had readily packed and was lying on her bed, reading a book with the Deliverer sat on a chair, looking frustrated.
"If we may, Miss, She instructed me that we leave as quickly as we can to avoid a fuss. Can we not go to the ship and at least prepare to leave, so the exiting process of Zion will be quickened?" the boy said.
"We may not, not at the moment, not while I can still have some bloody time of my own left in my own room," Fior replied, yawning. "Anyway, kid, we'll get there anytime. Forget about it for a while, will you?"
"I am sorry, I do not mean to be a pain," the Deliverer said.
"So it's unintentional then?" Fior asked with a chuckle, followed by a shrug from the Deliverer. "So, guy, what's your deal?"
"I am a program, one of the many protectors of She that matters most. I was really installed into the program of the Matrix. I have sufficient teleportation skills and my memory is highest of all-"
"Wow-wow-wow! Stop right there, Johnny. You can TELEPORT?" Fior asked, amazed. "Hang on...are you lying to me?"
"I am not," the Deliverer replied formally, sounding honest.
"Prove it," Fior said testily. "Go from one side of my room to the other." The Deliverer chuckled at Fior's enthusiasm.
"Alas, my powers do have their limits," the Deliverer said, a hint of laughter still in his voice. "I can only teleport between the Matrix and Zion or any other place in the human world. I can't teleport from place to place in the Matrix or in Zion."
"That's stupid!" Fior said very astutely. "And I don't see how someone could achieve that level of communication and restrict you to not being able to teleport in the worlds themselves? Stupid!" she muttered.
"I'm inclined to agree, Miss. And I really feel we must be getting on, if you please. We only have fifteen minutes until departure."
**
And fifteen minutes later the crew was heading onto to Logos. Valerie Grace farewelled the team of eight. Zee, Trinity, Fior, Niobe were the women, and Burfay, the Deliverer, Morpheus and Link were the men on the command team. She spoke quietly to Morpheus about being careful with whom to trust, especially the Deliverer.
"You suspect he isn't all he seems?" Morpheus questioned.
"It's not that," Valerie said in quietly, as the others boarded the ship. "But I strongly advise caution...we can never be too careful, and the teleportation gift he has is somewhat suspicious. Go now, and I must reiterate being careful."
"Thank you, Counsellor," Morpheus said, and waved his hand goodbye. She waved back, and Morpheus got on the Logos.
Zion's Central Gates Command were organising the departure of the ship, and making sure that no other ships were readying for departure at the same time.
"The Logos is good to go," the gates commander informed the ship over loudspeaker.
"We're off then!" Niobe said, concentrating as she slowly manoeuvred out of the Zion gates, Morpheus by her side. As soon as they were out, Niobe wiped the sweat off her head and began to go fast and experiment with the ship, causing some of the crewmembers to fall back. Niobe laughed, and realised she enjoyed commanding the Logos more than she could remember.
"You must plug Miss Trinity in now, Sir," the Deliverer informed Morpheus. "As soon as possible. Always soon."
"What about you?" Morpheus questioned politely.
"I will meet her on the other side. Go now, prepare, and install her into the Matrix soon. Always soon." With those last few words, the Deliverer suddenly vanished, as if someone has scooped him out of thin air. Morpheus was surprised by the sudden transition and stumbled quite stupidly when he tried to walk.
"Are you ready?" Morpheus asked Trinity, as he walked over to the Matrix jacking in system. It was a stupid question. Link was already all geared up with headphones, sitting at the reading computer, as it was about to start up. Trinity was waiting to be thrown into the Matrix.
"I am," Trinity said. "Jack me in." Morpheus hesitated slightly, but grabbed the large needle-like Matrix-placing device and was about to put it into Trinity's head plug but stopped, whispering in her ear.
"Be safe."
And then Trinity gasped as Morpheus thrusted the plug into her head and she was suddenly inside the Matrix, for the first time in many months.
"Right this way, Miss," the Deliverer's voice came. But Trinity barely heard. She was looking around, smelling the air. She was in a place, though she could see no landmarks for sure; she knew it, as she had seen it before. There was no mistaking where she was.
Paris.