Thanks to all reviewing persons once again, three guesses where the replies are.
By the way, thanks to a sodding great plot-hole, I've re-written the first part of chapter 25.
Chapter 27: Cool air
Whilst Morpheus, Smith and the others were still trying to convince Niobe, Ghost and the other one that Neo was now evil, I decided to start traipsing about the construct that the machines had built for us. It was quite nice, a huge, luxurious resort overlooking a surprisingly symmetrical beech.
No one seemed to care about my leaving, two other people had already left and the smell from my scented trousers had turned more then a few faces grey. I needed some time to myself as well. Lots of shit to sift through.
As you probably guessed, my thoughts switched to the other me. Images of the short film Smith had shown me eventually sent another stream of bile rushing up my throat and onto an unfortunately placed pot plant.
I'd always lived happily in the knowledge that the only lives I would end would be those of pestiferous insects and the occasional spider. (Apparently, the average human swallows about 6 spiders in their sleep during the course of their life), anyway, that's not important.
Now my life seemed to be nothing except disbelief and continuous vomiting. 'Wanderer', or 'Eric', or whatever he'd chosen to call himself was, apparently, me. Therefore, I was just as capable of callous murder as he was. That was part of the reason I kept throwing up.
I tried to banish the thoughts under the words, 'one way or the other, he's not me, I'm not a murderer.' I must have repeated that sentence at least fifty times on my way to the beach.
A cool, artificial breeze swept in from the sea and flew gently into my face. I'd spent a lot of my time here whilst I was waiting for the others to arrive. It was peaceful, not unlike the beaches I'd been to in my childhood where force ten gales would send people flying into cliffs and deranged children would throw rocks at you. Alright I'm exaggerating, but still, this was a lot more pleasant then the beaches I' been to in the Matrix.
I spent the next half hour or so staring at a toucan who landed about a meter in front of me. The machine's have some strange ideas about hospitality.
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Persephone continued cackling whilst I received numerous claps on the back and we realised that we still owed the Train man vengeance. Our biggest priority however was leaving with our heads firmly attached to our bodies.
The window I had gestured at earlier covered most of the wall, its size allowed for us to jump quite easily to the next roof, unfortunately, removing the glass proved to be more problematic.
Shooting at it wasn't an option, the glass was bullet-proof, and a shower of sharp, transparent projectiles upon pedestrians was something we wanted to avoid, the sounds of gunshots in the street would also attract unwanted attention from local law enforcement and finally, we didn't know just how many bullets we'd need. Throwing furniture through it brought forth similar problems.
The solution was eventually provided by Dragon, who took several steps towards the wall facing the window, and took aim with his arm mounted rocket launcher. From what I remembered of the thing from one attack of a van full of Demons, this was likely to cause far more damage then gunshots would, in the end however, it occurred to us that we had no choice, and that pedestrians would probably be able to get out of the way given our high altitude.
Before we left, I severed the five heads from the bodies on the floor and fitted them into the ridiculously large pockets that I'd built into my coat. The resulting bulges looked, odd. Also I didn't have time to let the majority of the blood seep out so the pestiferous metallic smell of blood began to linger about me.
Manticore also made a threatening speech to Persephone about; well you really have to hear it for yourself. It went something like:
"All this is yours now; and you have two choices with what to do with it, either you can end the uploading of Demons and Programs into sentinels, or you can continue it and in a week be the next corpse on the floor. And by the way, if one of us so much as bleeds because of you or your minions, I'll rip your head open myself."
I think she was having as hard a time keeping a straight face as I did. She gave us her word that the uploading would end however. Of course we still had the Train man to deal with so we'd find out for ourselves whether or not she was a woman of her word.
With that, Dragon fired into the window, covering us all with assorted building material in the process, and we leaped from the large fiery hole to the roof of JJB sports™. It felt very good to be out of the restaurant. The cold air on my face felt almost cleansing. It also helped chase away the wreaking odour of blood.
Below us, we noticed that a crowd of spectators had already assembled. I don't know if they'd seen us leap to the next building, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn't really matter, all I, and the others I'd guess, wanted to do was get back to the Destiny.
To be continued. (Something of a short one I know, I would say that the next one will be longer but I really don't know.)
Right, now for replies:
Angel-of-lightness: It has nothing to do with seagull craniumed creatures, and you'll still have to guess. Anyway, thanks for reviewing.
Agent Josie: Damn Weasel stealing oik. Anyway I hope your birthday was an enjoyable thing and that you didn't fall in any ditches. (You didn't, did you?)
LiMiYa: Its kind of a shame he wasn't killed in the Movies, I'm not sure how they could fit that around the plot but it would have been fun to watch.
Yar Kramer: It never seems right somehow when main characters get killed in fanfics, or at least it doesn't to me, oh well thanks for reviewing. I would say something else but I can't think of anything.
By the way, thanks to a sodding great plot-hole, I've re-written the first part of chapter 25.
Chapter 27: Cool air
Whilst Morpheus, Smith and the others were still trying to convince Niobe, Ghost and the other one that Neo was now evil, I decided to start traipsing about the construct that the machines had built for us. It was quite nice, a huge, luxurious resort overlooking a surprisingly symmetrical beech.
No one seemed to care about my leaving, two other people had already left and the smell from my scented trousers had turned more then a few faces grey. I needed some time to myself as well. Lots of shit to sift through.
As you probably guessed, my thoughts switched to the other me. Images of the short film Smith had shown me eventually sent another stream of bile rushing up my throat and onto an unfortunately placed pot plant.
I'd always lived happily in the knowledge that the only lives I would end would be those of pestiferous insects and the occasional spider. (Apparently, the average human swallows about 6 spiders in their sleep during the course of their life), anyway, that's not important.
Now my life seemed to be nothing except disbelief and continuous vomiting. 'Wanderer', or 'Eric', or whatever he'd chosen to call himself was, apparently, me. Therefore, I was just as capable of callous murder as he was. That was part of the reason I kept throwing up.
I tried to banish the thoughts under the words, 'one way or the other, he's not me, I'm not a murderer.' I must have repeated that sentence at least fifty times on my way to the beach.
A cool, artificial breeze swept in from the sea and flew gently into my face. I'd spent a lot of my time here whilst I was waiting for the others to arrive. It was peaceful, not unlike the beaches I'd been to in my childhood where force ten gales would send people flying into cliffs and deranged children would throw rocks at you. Alright I'm exaggerating, but still, this was a lot more pleasant then the beaches I' been to in the Matrix.
I spent the next half hour or so staring at a toucan who landed about a meter in front of me. The machine's have some strange ideas about hospitality.
***********************************************************
Persephone continued cackling whilst I received numerous claps on the back and we realised that we still owed the Train man vengeance. Our biggest priority however was leaving with our heads firmly attached to our bodies.
The window I had gestured at earlier covered most of the wall, its size allowed for us to jump quite easily to the next roof, unfortunately, removing the glass proved to be more problematic.
Shooting at it wasn't an option, the glass was bullet-proof, and a shower of sharp, transparent projectiles upon pedestrians was something we wanted to avoid, the sounds of gunshots in the street would also attract unwanted attention from local law enforcement and finally, we didn't know just how many bullets we'd need. Throwing furniture through it brought forth similar problems.
The solution was eventually provided by Dragon, who took several steps towards the wall facing the window, and took aim with his arm mounted rocket launcher. From what I remembered of the thing from one attack of a van full of Demons, this was likely to cause far more damage then gunshots would, in the end however, it occurred to us that we had no choice, and that pedestrians would probably be able to get out of the way given our high altitude.
Before we left, I severed the five heads from the bodies on the floor and fitted them into the ridiculously large pockets that I'd built into my coat. The resulting bulges looked, odd. Also I didn't have time to let the majority of the blood seep out so the pestiferous metallic smell of blood began to linger about me.
Manticore also made a threatening speech to Persephone about; well you really have to hear it for yourself. It went something like:
"All this is yours now; and you have two choices with what to do with it, either you can end the uploading of Demons and Programs into sentinels, or you can continue it and in a week be the next corpse on the floor. And by the way, if one of us so much as bleeds because of you or your minions, I'll rip your head open myself."
I think she was having as hard a time keeping a straight face as I did. She gave us her word that the uploading would end however. Of course we still had the Train man to deal with so we'd find out for ourselves whether or not she was a woman of her word.
With that, Dragon fired into the window, covering us all with assorted building material in the process, and we leaped from the large fiery hole to the roof of JJB sports™. It felt very good to be out of the restaurant. The cold air on my face felt almost cleansing. It also helped chase away the wreaking odour of blood.
Below us, we noticed that a crowd of spectators had already assembled. I don't know if they'd seen us leap to the next building, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn't really matter, all I, and the others I'd guess, wanted to do was get back to the Destiny.
To be continued. (Something of a short one I know, I would say that the next one will be longer but I really don't know.)
Right, now for replies:
Angel-of-lightness: It has nothing to do with seagull craniumed creatures, and you'll still have to guess. Anyway, thanks for reviewing.
Agent Josie: Damn Weasel stealing oik. Anyway I hope your birthday was an enjoyable thing and that you didn't fall in any ditches. (You didn't, did you?)
LiMiYa: Its kind of a shame he wasn't killed in the Movies, I'm not sure how they could fit that around the plot but it would have been fun to watch.
Yar Kramer: It never seems right somehow when main characters get killed in fanfics, or at least it doesn't to me, oh well thanks for reviewing. I would say something else but I can't think of anything.