On this night, this twenty-year anniversary, the two lovers had decided to meet at the Train Station where they were liberated, where they each took male and female forms. From the moment they met, there was something unmistakeable about him. As she stood there, thinking back to that time, Persephone could remember sitting on that cold metal bench, staring into his eyes. Those piercing, blue eyes... They were the perfect representation of a deeply innate curiosity for information. But was that all she admired?
She sat, immersed in thought. What was it about the Frenchman that she found so attractive? Was it his suave personality? His commanding mentality? No, she realized, it was simply his code. His digital makeup thrived with human characteristics, and this fascinated her. She had longed to sample him... But within the confines of the machine world, there was obviously no room for copulation. The only solution was to escape into the realm created for helplessly imprisoned minds, sealing themselves within and secluding themselves far from any city.
Fast, purposeful footsteps broke her concentration, accompanied by a voice. "Hey," spoke a rather tall, gangly individual, wearing a long overcoat. "What have we got here?" He walked up to her, staring longingly at her dazzling white dress. "Waiting for someone, are we?"
"That is not of your concern," she replied, looking away.
"Oh?" he said. "Well, can you explain what a machine program such as yourself is doing halfway into the Matrix?"
The woman stood up, sauntering over to the edge of the platform. She was deeply bothered by this man, but did her best to hide this fact.
"Where are you going?" he asked, following behind her. "You just got here. Why leave so soon?" The man bent forward slightly, brushing his nose against her bare shoulder.
She quickly spun around and slapped him.
"Ow..." His reaction was uttered more as a reflex than anything else. "Why did you go and do that for?" He quickly grabbed her arms, lifting her up to his level. Taking a step forward, he had her dangling over the tracks, ready and willing to drop her if the Train came. "See how easy it is? How close you are to deletion?"
Her breaths were short. "W-why..."
He chortled. "Did you really think it was that easy to free yourself using this station - this hole? The system programmers were well aware of this place before you were even created, and they have been monitoring it closely."
"Help!" she shrieked, her body burning with pain.
"No one can hear you," he informed, swiftly turning himself around and throwing her back to the platform. She finally caught her breath, her neck and arms throbbing, and kicked herself away from him. More than ever, she wanted to be back to her old home, where the human flaws of misery and suffering did not apply.
The man grabbed her ankle, locking her in place. "We can do this in one of two ways. You decide." His eyes were wild with a sick blend of anger and desire. But in no time at all, he had received her decision via a swift kick to the knee.
"Heh," he responded, barely flinching, not letting her go. "You chose poorly." The man took hold of her other leg and shoved her into the corner. In the next few moments, she felt a powerful weight crush against her body, paralyzing her. Her chest strained to heave, her shoulder blades jabbed into her spine, and she immediately closed her eyes at what she knew was coming.
He began, slowly inching his course fingers up to her thighs, and her exposed, immobilized shell recoiled. She wanted to scream, to fight back, to do anything to keep him from having his way with her, but she was weak, helpless to the program's hatred and overpowering effect.
She couldn't bear to think of the vile, sadistic program thrusting maniacally into her pathetic female body. She did not want to take the concussions to her face as he pummeled her during the despicable act. But she had to, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
It was primal, unrelenting, but she soon realized it was more than just a sexual act; she was also changing. Her essence flowed outward into his makeup, and her vital components began to drain away. This wasn't just barbaric gratification - she was being sampled, and in the most brutal, uncaring way a humanistic program could. But he didn't have to hit her, or make her suffer. He simply enjoyed it.
For a brief instant, her mind fell away. It was nothing the attacker could notice, but it was enough for her to see things for what they truly were. She suddenly remembered that her husband-to-be had promised to meet her here at the top of the hour. With painful regret, she knew things would be different, so different, if he were here to protect her - and that she would not be violated like she was now.
"I have what I need," he said after what seemed like an eternity, and retracted from her limp, frail frame.
Right then, she wished she could die.
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