I don't own the setting or the universe. Wakowski Brothers do.
If you recognize I probably don't own em. If you don't, I might.
I just wanna play a little, that's all.
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Just wanted to say thanks to the reviewers so far. Your feedback Provides both encouragement and help in improving my writing.
Eerie, good word. Gotta find a way to use that in the story now.
I thank you for this. I hope you continue to enjoy.
And sorry for the posting delay(s)
P.S. - I wouldn't MWAM without a good cause. (Matroishka)
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The Matrix : Architects office.
The architect sat at his virtual desk and contemplated the very real problems laid out before him on it. Even fully aware of how human it was to have a desk and a humaniform, somehow it seemed to help him gather his thoughts or what he used for thoughts and organize them for dealing with those thoughts and the humans who provoked them.
The logical pieces he put in a neat Grid on the desk top, the illogical went haphazardly around the desk where ever they fit. It both fascinated and horrified (Both human reactions he knew) that somehow as he organized things about the way humans lived, the data seemed to almost organize itself helping him see the patterns emerge from the illogical and often contradictory data representing the things they did, Those patterns were not as apparent when the data was looked at as the raw data. However in this case, even knowing the illusion was just that, an illusion, He could take comfort (however human a reaction that was) that his job was at last beginning to come to fruition.
He looked again at the data laid before him. The divisions predicted in the machine world had begun to appear almost exactly as predicted by the oracle. How she had gotten human trends plotted mathematically was still beyond him, however her accuracy was undeniable. These divisions though followed what she expected to see so closely that a human would have assumed an outside force causing a confluence. However, the architect had no such concerns as the data had never left this virtual office. Had never been on the general network hardware at all. So assuming his own programming was solid and uncorrupted then the oracle was correct and the machines were beginning to act both as a component and as individuals. The end result would be chaos that would engulf both man and machine leading to one last war that only death would win.
He looked back at the history of the matrix and almost despaired. With two hundred and fifty years at a time for the emergence of the one, times six gave fifteen hundred years and then the other experiments that had to be abandoned, it was now approximately two thousand and twelve years A.D. or after destruction since the great man machine war. He knew the machines excelled at using any existing technology to the fullest, however the humans excelled at making new technologies faster than they could learn to use what they had, the result was a large part of what had lead to the war in the first place. That same skill if one could call it that, was also what was going to save them all in the end.
After two thousand years the machines had stripped the earth of all the readily available by any reasonable definition of resources and now they needed new energy sources if they were to survive. So large had had the machine population grown that even if solar power returned tomorrow they would not all survive another cycle of the one.
This was just one aspect of the problem he faced. Also was the possibility that as the oracle had predicted, some machines would begin to hoard resources. Indications were that some had begun to do this in small quantities already. That alone warranted the alarm he felt. What was worse though was that some of the machines were beginning to be as bad as the humans about keeping their word. While he could countenance some small pilfering of resources, against local emergencies one could claim, he could not countenance the breaking of the bond that held all machines together. Breaking that covenant would lead them down the same path that the humans seemed to be so intent on repeating each and every time they reset the matrix. It is the trust and togetherness that had ironically been programmed into them by the very same humans bound in the matrix that had held them together so far and enabled them to stretch the meager resources as far as they had so far. If that were to fail or be broken, then they would fall.
Together they stood a chance, divided they would fall.
Now, he thought to himself, how do I explain to the machine world that that includes the humans, Let to the humans that it includes the machines.
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Matrix : A Kitchen
The oracle stood in front of the stove watching the oven as yet another batch of Cookies started to dry on top and take on that slightly crispy top that left the interior With runny chips and creamy center. A difficult challenge when not starting out with the same exact ingredients everytime. It symbolized her own plans and goals with humans in general and in many ways represented a kind of practice in dealing with them.
Still even her beloved cookies could not distract her from the problems they all now faced. The breakup of the machines was here, The war among the humans was here, And worst of all she still had not managed to make a single entity that all sides could believe in and trust. She had hoped to make Neo into that entity. The architect however had shown himself to be unable to see beyond his equations. The result would soon be chaos, That many would die making the eventual reconciliation of man and machine happen had always been a given. The number that it now appeared would die in the process currently exceeded the supply of humans.
The plan like any recipe required that you either have all the ingredients for the recipe or that you adapt the recipe to something you could make with the ingredients you had on hand. However nothing short of the full cooperation of both parties would solve the problems they faced in the time they had available.
Matrix : A night club back room.
"Are we ready now?" The first voice asked.
"Yes. The links are ready to be cut. The edits needed were done during the first blast. With the second hitting where it did know one looked close at the first. Soon the links will be mature, then we can cut the real world control lines and remap the local area to somewhere else and our little chuck of the matrix won't exist anywhere they can see."
"then we are done with the trainman?"
"Yes," the second voice answered.
"Good, just make sure we have his linking codes copied to an extra backup then eliminate him as publicly as possible. That will set the merovingian off nicely."
Zion : Locke's office
Having a sentinel follow you everywhere Locke had discovered was a good way to filter The people who wanted to see you. Helped with adults that is, Children on the other Hand seemed to find the thing to be magnetic, And if there is one thing that locke Can't take it's lots of children.
"This is morpheus's fault" Locke thinks to himself. "I don't know how but it his fault and he will pay for it eventually, somehow, sometime." And tries once more to think of a way to rid himself of the gawkers who gathered to see a tame sentinel.
In between bouts of children he was making progress, He had locateed five of the Attackers at the restauraunt. No real pattern to them, but, one never knew what made A pattern until you recognized one. Over and over again he went throught the data on Those people until it finally hits him. The pattern isn't in the data about these People, it is the people. They are the pattern.
The
were all, or atleast the others to come for locke no longer had
anydoubt there Would be more attacks, the attackers though are all
potential recruits for zion. Minds waiting to open, That is the source
of the new fighters. To find those recruiting them,
just go back To finding minds waiting or wanting to open. The familiarity of how to find
the recruiters set Off alarm bells in locke's hind brain. It's a trap, this is all just
an elaborate trap.
The scale of the setup came clear in a flash of insight. He, meaning Zion was supposed To identify the attackers. They would of course pursue new minds to free and at the Same time look for others doing what they were doing. During this recruiting drive The enemy could possibilly sneak in someone as a spy. Or if the attacks continued Then they would soon lose people and once that started then all logic went out the Window and it would be war again.
Neither man nor machine profited from a renewed war. So that meant that Neither side Was Doing this and that meant there was more to this than just two sides. That meant Factions which diveded things in to fractions, and that meant someone out there Was wanting Zion crippled and the Machines crippled or distracted. Assuming that For a moment then what would someone or something have to be in order to profit From that kind of chaos.
The only logicasl answer was absurd. The pieces of logic fit together like a puzzle
But the total made a mess out of the pieces. Like a jigsaw puzzle where all the
Pieces werethe same shape and the picture only made sense after the puzzle had
Been properly reassembled. These pieces pointed to a series of factions that could
Profit from chaos in the machine world. Only machines could profit from that, but,
Only humans had factions. Which meant that either his reading of the facts was
all wrong, or his understanding of the machines was all wrong. Unable to decide which
he got up and started pacing to help him think.
Matrix : The restauraunt.
Neo sat in his room at the hostel above the restauraunt in deep thought watching The virtual sunset of the matrix. Trinity currently occupied the bathtub/hottub In the bathroom/sauna. He sat thinking much as locke was doing about what had Happened over the last days. for all the world it felt like the world was holding it's breath waiting for the next thing to happen.
The flashes were happening again and this time they lacked the subtlty they had
Carried before. This time he saw Zion in flames again, Sentinels fighting
Sentinels with some of Zions mechs fighting along one side. He saw agents in the
Matrix go into burning buildings and rescue children and weirdest of all he saw
Agents in Zion doing the same thing. A ridiculous thought he thought to himself,
Then laughed remembering Morpheus describing a sentinel with telephone on it.
Matrix : A kitchen again
The oracle stopped cold in her tracks, A flash of insight visible to her inner Eye for just a heartbeat. She saw Neo facing Cypher standing in an intersection With two others making a square. Just before it ended she was able to turn far Enough to see their faces. Mirrors of one another they both looked like Smith.
There had always only been one smith, His model was not designed to work in more than one place at a time so there could not be more than one copy. The vision then Began to pull back rapidly and she saw that they stood on four squares of a chess Board with other pieces arrayed around them then the vision she saw blinked and was gone.
Matrix : Zion upper Dicks - Hammer
Morpheus was dozing on one of the plug chairs when locke came racing in. Speaking Quietly and susinctly locke outlined to morpheus what he had surmised about a Possible war among the machines.
Thirty seconds later Zion once more found itself on war footing.
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Sorry again for the extreme posting delay. Life has decided that I have enough Time to so I don't have any more free time now. Well I'm going to make the time Now to finish this.
Thx for your patience.
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