Chapter One.
The computer screen flashed with green numbers and as the middle-aged man in front of it slept, somewhere in the matrix, two heavily armed men in black suits darted across the town square outside the man's quarters.
Suddenly, roused by gunfire and an explosion of fiery green light, which in itself is unexplainable, the middle-aged man opened his tired grey eyes alive however with some dormant electricity trying to squirm its way into some new adventure.
He was wearing some faint grey overalls as did all those who lived in Grey District as it was the customary 'ropa' that bore your identity and showed others where you stood in a world divided by computers and a class systems both warring against each other but still uniting to create a resistance against the initial ideas of freedom amongst the human race. And as it were, the humans created A.I. which had a part to play in the division of the humans and foiling the matrix itself.
Martyn, as the old man was named, sat up and stared at the screen with the forever running symbols to see what just had happened in the square, where he so humbly lived. An unknown symbol flew from one side of the screen to the other and joined with another to form a compound, symbolising two unknown people nearby. In turn, four more symbols dashed over to the left of the screen to meet the compound and there at that specific moment there was an expulsion of green fragmented light showing that the four of the many guards in Grey District had killed the two men.
When he was sure it was safe, Martyn wandered over to the only window in his flat. He peered out through his spectacles to the cover-up world below that was the world at the end of the 21st century, but really was a wasteland where the sun failed to penetrate and purify the earth's atmosphere.
Down below there were two bodies bathed in a pool of blood nearby an empty telephone booth, where the phone had been dislodged and used as an escape route to the real world.
This dimension as I am sure you have gathered by now is the appendix, the source of all information within information, the world that can view the matrix whilst inside the matrix in computer form whilst giving the necessities to allow life to flourish. In other words, a second matrix, identical to the first, where you can see the events of the matrix via computer and one's naked eye.
This world was only created as a way of preserving the human race, a second chance since Zion was destroyed a decade ago by the machines.
The story of the two terminated programmes below Martyn's window was a simple one.
Humans, ever since the destruction of Zion, which are controlled by a hidden machine field, plugging them into the second matrix, have been travelling back and forth to the real world where the field is located, where many thousands are plugged in, to revive small colonies of humans that escaped the siege of Zion ten years back and have struggled to survive in the depths of the sewers of the real world as the machines hunt them.
Martyn knows this all too well. He too was a soldier at the dock of Zion when the sentinels breached the bay. The only way he escaped was cowering in the corner of the bay and when a heavy explosion struck, he found his way back into the city and plugged himself into a computer, and found his way into a database. Whilst electronically plugged in, Martyn forged a memory of himself, the closest thing to himself. A programme, if you will. And it was with this programme that Martyn and many others doing the same managed to stumble across the second matrix and live inside as a digitally enhanced programme, transporting their physical bodies to a safer place where still the machines have failed to reach, it is this place that is the location of the field of cowards who did not fight to save Zion but chose to carry on living as electronic signals, plugged into the second matrix. These people/programmes are now known as the CC's or in long-term English language the cowardly comrades.
Many CC's travel between the somewhat safe second matrix and the real world to try and rebuild Zion, with some little success corresponding with very little hope and chance. The two men that were just killed were indeed human, or they appeared to be by analysis of the normal eye. But by Martyn's eyes, these were not men, but agents Smith, that he had known nearly a decade ago to be terrorising the great humans that tried to save Zion: Morpheous, Trinity and the One, Neo, all who the Creator said perished in the destruction of the city caused by Morpheous' lover Capt. Niobe when she intended to save the city with an electromagnetic pulse but instead disabled all electronics in Zion, including the defensive weapons, causing the second wave of Sentinels to annihilate Zion.
Smith was a programme created in the first matrix and was used to wreak havoc upon both the real world and the matrix, turning machine against man and man against machine. Currently in alliance with the machines, Smith has discovered the second matrix and the first two to have been temporarily disabled will surely within minutes transmogrify into two brand new agents and search out a leader to wipe out the human race, once and for all.
As Martyn thought this idea as if some great premonition had swarmed over him, just as he had described it in his mind, two new agents reloaded into the dead one's bodies and stood up and stared around the square. Martyn dashed from their view quickly, as not to be seen.
The two identical agents clicked their joints in their necks and slowly but surely walked down the cobble street and down into the suburbs of Brown District.
It had just occurred to Martyn that the four people he had seen on his computer screen before must have been part of Big Brother's new resistance within the CC's to keep the second matrix hidden.
Big Brother was another almost supernatural figure within the plot. He is a being, and I say being because we are not sure at this time whether he is human or machine, who surveys the whole of the second matrix and divided the humans into seven districts of colour, distinguishing the poor from the rich, the weak from the strong and the smart from the dumb.
Grey District which is where Martyn lives is the smutty part of the matrix, where many deadbeats who spend most of their time drinking and waiting for the machines to find them. There is a rarity in Martyn's case where a few of Grey District's rats can be declared worthy of intelligence and usefulness but just don't have the money or the strength to be upgraded to a different district.
Brown, Yellow and Orange Districts are relatively the same, displaying true colours from the finer of the working class citizens and where many of the infantry of the small CC army comes from.
Red and Blue districts are the middle class citizens whose jobs are to educate others and to command certain parts of the matrix such as Grey District to do as they please, with no democracy as far as the people of Grey District are concerned.
The smallest district of all is White District, where Big Brother himself is said to be situated and no doubt where the agents will soon be heading. It is the cream of the crop of the matrix. The best of the very best live there. Not much else to say, apart from they are in charge.
All are controlled by Big Brother but underneath the sheer dictatorship of the almighty Big Brother are the different districts warring with each other due to the control of the second matrix.
Martyn for the first time realises after ten years of suffering in the second matrix and after one hundred years of his family suffering in the real world that there is no government and that there is no fairness. That petty difference has caused implosion inside the second matrix which will contribute to the total annihilation of the human race.
The only alliance that is created among humans with other humans is when the order was given out to create the CC resistance against the agent Smith.
Martyn knows that humans can be a pathetic race but when they are threatened to the brink of extinction, they do pull together to at least fight before they give up.
Martyn moved away from the window and sat back down at his computer and watched the symbols and numbers of the matrix whiz down the screen. He then saw more agents streaming into the second matrix and found an emotion long buried in his heart that without the brainwashing-Big Brother, the human race would be able to conquer the machines and the agent Smith alike.
Martyn knew of others with such plans. Other CCs in districts Red to Grey who would agree with him. Martyn minimized the window of the matrix on his monitor and typed into his browser the name of a search engine. Martyn logged onto the Internet and began his search for others who wished to aid him in his quest for survival.
He found a part of the Web that had not yet been accessed by Big Brother's spies. They weren't watching him now. He would have a window of a few minutes to find someone else. Someone to help Martyn bring Big Brother, the machines and the agent Smith down.
Martyn clicked on the link to open up a chat room where he could browse for any other dwellers of the night that may be able to help him. A green list of names, numbers and disbanded underground organisations greeted Martyn's retinas. It occurred to him that the Web had not been updated since the CC's arrived here. He scrolled down a few names and found one, still active, with a window of a few minutes before Big Brother's spies disbanded the group. With a rush of adrenaline and excitement, Martyn double-clicked and opened the chat window.
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: Hello, is this the rebellion against Big Brother unit? I want to help.
CCU/#Try#: Do you now? What is your name and I might be able to consider uploading you to the chat room.
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: My name is Martyn, I'm from Grey District. Please upload me.
CCU/#Try#: First rule of thumb, never tell someone your name, how do you know who I am? Secondly, never tell anyone where you live; I could have you dead within a second. Yes, this is the rebellion against Big Brother unit, now what do you have that we need?
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: Well, not much, except I know how many agents Smith has planned to attack the city.
This of course was not 100 accurate. Martyn only had a rough idea of how many agents were going to attack, and only because a virus had probably occurred in one of the sentinels and its eyes had betrayed it, showing Martyn the CC hundreds of thousands of agents nearby the human field where their bodies were all plugged in.
CCU/#Try#: Interesting. Maybe you should be uploaded. But being in Grey District isn't going to do you any favours. You may have got lucky with your bit of information. How do we as the RABB unit that you aren't going to lead us straight to Big Brother?
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: Good point. You'll just have to trust me.
The connection that Martyn had with the member cut off and the matrix automatically maximized itself to his current window. He read the symbols with his weary eyes and saw a woman getting closer to him, or was he getting closer to her?
He suddenly felt himself being sucked into the computer screen and he homed in on one of the green symbols, which then split into millions of others. Martyn's body flew through the computerised matrix as a group of digitalised atoms and then automatically as if controlled by some mystic force, found his way to a green symbol that forced all the electrical impulses that had split as Martyn entered the computer to re-merge and form into his previous self but in a different place. Martyn, as millions of electrical signals had travelled the computerised matrix and had been uploaded in the HQ of the Rebellion against Big Brother or HQRABB for short.
Martyn got to grips with his eyes and scanned the room, which apparently was in yellow District due to the size and shape of the room.
In the shadows, a woman's voice spoke alerting Martyn and beginning the perilous adventure ahead.
"Okay, I've trusted you. Now tell me what you know."