"What's going on?" Johnson yelled. He read the computer screen frantically, all four of them having evacuated their Sentinel shells and going back into the Matrix. "Something's destroying them all!"

A small smile flitted across Wilson's face. "Tell me, Johnson, have you ever watched the human television drama, LOST? Of anything that has something to do with humans, that is my favorite."

Wilson decided to explain the show. "Of course, all television is pointless, but I enjoy this show. It's about 48, or rather, 47 people whose plane crashes onto an uncharted island. They must find a way off the island, which is, according to the pilot moments before he is slaughtered, 1000 miles off of Australia.

"It would seem very simple if it weren't for the fact that there is a beast in the jungle. It knocks down trees when it walks, it terrifies the survivors, and it is a horrible creature. This show is false, as is everything in the Matrix. The creature is fake, but my Writer has made it real!

Johnson almost screamed, but managed to contain himself. "What did you do to the Writer ?" he demanded. Wilson grinned crookedly.

"The Writer did to me."

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"Dispatch the Believer and the Hammer to broadcast depth. Get as many people out as you can. Something stopped the hacked army, but I expect the Machines will try something like that again soon. Go, now!" Roland ordered as he dashed off to his ship.

He failed to notice the small black camera in the corner, broadcasting every detail of the last half hour to the crew of the Felicitas, in the Catacombs of Zion.

Robin silently watched as Cris started the ship up. The Commander walked over. "Robin, any idea what to do?" he asked.

"I'm going in there. Do you see those programs?" Robin pointed to the hacking monitor, the greatest tool they had for monitoring changes in the Matrix. "It's me. I'm going in to get attacked by me. And my friends."

"Well, it can't get any worse, right?" the Commander said, trying to be helpful.

Robin pressed a button. The worse song in the entire world filled the room. It was sung by two strange Japanese girls. "Oh my fucking God," Cris laughed from the cockpit.

"Since when did your Titans have a theme song?" said the Commander, trying not to laugh. "That one's kinda catchy!" Robin made a violent gesture.

The Commander walked away, laughing and singing. "When there's trouble you know who to call! We'd better watch out, Robin, cause they've never met a villain that they liked!"

"Fuck you!"

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"Hacking in… now!" said their Operator, Tesla, and the four entered the Matrix. Destination: New York City.

As Robin, Cris, Dark and Silver drove towards the computer store, hoping to find lots of hackers and other people searching for the truth, they drove past a giant T.

"Look at the giant T!" Cris exclaimed, as they continued on. Tesla and the commander began setting up procedure for unplugging.

Robin looked back from shotgun. He knew they would be there. He knew that his friends would be here, too. If not Victor, or Raven, or Gar, then at least Roy would be here to piss him off.

A large, metallic car and a red motorcycle flew onto the freeway… and Silver sped up. Robin quickly cocked the hammers on his twin K57s and prepared to hold off the coming force.

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The Architect threw open the door of the Writer's room. "What did you do?"

Thomas A. Anderson, the current Writer, slowly laughed. "Not just me. We all created an army, to stop you." Neo took great pleasure in that the Architect's head looked like it might explode.

"At least tell me you uploaded the memory banks into the new programs?"

"I did, indeed. They think they are the freed ones. Now leave me alone. I've got work to do." The Architect closed the door, locked it, and Neo went back to work.

As soon as the Architect was far enough away, the phone rang. Neo ran over to it, pressed a button on the keyboard, and an exact duplicate of him popped up. He took the phone… and disappeared.

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A/N: Get ready for fun action. Fun, fun, fun. And yes, Neo is still alive… too bad.

R/R pleez!