Author's note:
Here is Chapter 2 of my crossover story. I didn't really care for Rob Zombie in the original Matrix movie so I changed the song to Sinner by Drowning Pool when Tripp meets T'Pol in the club to warn her. I hope you enjoy this next exciting installment of Matrix Trek!
Chapter 2
In small apartment, a vulcan female is looking at her computer screen. She was inside of a chatroon called The Matrix. It was a place in cyberspace where she spoke with others like herself. She watched the screen as the words appeared.
WESLEYSGRRRRL: I heard Archer has been on this board.
SMITHSBABE: Shit! Archer doesn't even exsist and the Matrix is nothing but a promo for a new online game coming out on the market!
CATWOMAN1969: All I want to know is Tripp really a guy?
GOLUM: 87 of all men online are really girls anyway.
ILUVELROND: No the Matrix is probably another planet out there somewhere.
WESLEYSGRRRRRL: No, it is a system controlling our lives all over the galaxy.
CATWOMAN1969: You mean like MTV or VH1?
WESLEYSGRRRRRL: No more like PS5.
MIGHTYKAHLESS: ALL HAIL PS5!
The vulcan continued to watch to conversation unfold on screen, surrounding her were weed-like coil cables, duct-taped into all corners of her quarters that wound around the legs of her table.. Next to her was her another table with cannibalized equipment that laid open displayed like an autopsied alien corpse. She continued to watch the screen as she ate her nachos and drank her diet coke.
"These idiots don't know jack shit." She said out loud to herself.
She finished her nachos and as she was about to disconnect an anonymous message appeared on her screen.
"Do you know what the matrix is T'Pol?"
She froze as she read her name on the screen.
WESLEYSGRRRRRL: What the fuck said that?
CATWOMAN1969: Who's T'Pol?
SMITHSBABE: This is a private board!
"If you want to know, follow the white rabbit."
"What the fuck?" T'Pol said out loud to herself.
WESLEYSGRRRRRL: Okay, this is so not cool! Some is hacking the hackers!
AGENTPARIS: It's Archer!
CATWOMAN1969: Identify yourself asshole!
"Knock, knock T'Pol."
A chill ran down her spine and not less than a few moments later she heard a knock at her door making her almost jump out of her chair. She looked at the door then back at the computer screen. The message was gone. She shook her head in disbelief and not so sure of what had just happened. Again there was another knock at the door. She rose from her seat and approached the door cautiously.. She heard a familiar voice on the other side.
"Hey girlfriend! You in there?"
She recognized the voice and she opened the door. It was her neighbor Christine who live down the hall, she was standing outside with a group of her friends.
"What do you want Christine?" T'Pol asked the blonde human female.
"Listen, I need your help. I'm desperate and they really got my nipples in a pinch. You know the shackles of Federation fascism."
Christine held up a red notice that said her hover craft was booted.
"You got the money this time?" T'Pol asked her.
Christine held up five hundred dollars as T'Pol opened her door. Christine's attractive half-vulcan boyfriend who went by the name of Spock stopped her before she took the money from Christine's hand.
"Can you really get that thing off? Like now?" Spock asked her.
Christine wrapped her arms around Spock's waist and kissed his neck.
"I told ya baby, she may look like just another Fderation geek, but she is all we got left standing between Big Brother and The New Galactic Order." Christine told her lover.
She proceeded to hand T'Pol the money.
"I'll have it right off. Just give me a few minutes."
"We'll be waiting." Christine told her.
T'Pol closed the door and put the cash in her usual hiding place. She went to computer to work her hacking magic. Within a few minutes, the boot was taken off of Christine's hover craft. Christine and her group looked outside of the apartment building as the officer took the bright red boot off. Christine lit a cigarette as they waited.
"Just look at 'em will ya? Automatons. Don't think about what they're doing or why. Computer tells 'em what to do and they do it." The blonde mused as she took a long drag of her smoke.
"The banality of evil." Said a dark skinned human woman next to her.
T'Pol opened the door and walked towards the group.
"Thank you neighbor." Christine said.
"Hey why don't you come to the party with us?" Spock asked her.
"I don't know you guys, I have to go to work tomorrow." T'Pol told them.
"Come on." Spock said with a slight grin. "It'll be fun ... I promise." His tone was almost flirtatious towards her.
And then she spied Spock's tattoo on the right side of his well chiseled chest and right above his nipple ring, his tattoo was that of a white rabbit. She immediately changed her mind.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I'll go." She nodded.
About thirty minutes later they reached a dark club and loud techo thrash metal was playing. T'Pol watched as the middle of the dance floor became an alien mosh pit. She stood back against the wall drinking a beer.
Bend me,
Shape me,
Misdirect me,
It's all the same to me
Look at all this useless talk!
She heard a male voice behind her.
"Hello T'Pol."
She didn't turn around.
"How do you know my name?"
You look at me but you don't see
Understand I'm a sinner
Don't corner me
Don't lecture me
Raise your hands you're a sinner!
"I know a lot about you. I've been wanting to meet for a very long time." Said the blonde man in his slight southern drawl.
"Who are you?" T'Pol asked him.
"My name is Tripp."
Is everything you wanted to find another dream
You never hear another word I say
So pray
I'm a sinner
She raised one eyebrow.
"Tripp? The Tripp? The Tripp that cracked the Federation database in Washington D.C.?"
"That was a long time ago."
She took a big drink of her beer and shook her head.
"Jesus Christ." She said to herself.
Look at all these people in front of me
Look at all these people in front of me
You look at me, but you don't see
Understand I'm a sinner
Don't corner me
Don't lecture me
Raise your hands you're a sinner!
"What?" Tripp asked her.
"All this time, I thought you were a girl."
"Most girls do." He answered.
She felt a little embarrassed.
"Do you want to go somewhere and talk?" She asked him.
"No. It's not safe here and I don't have much time." He told her.
The music continued to get louder and Tripp and T'Pol stood very close and began to speak into each other's ear.
"That was you on the board tonight. That was your note, wasn't it?"
"I had to take a gamble that you would see it and they wouldn't." He explained.
"Who wouldn't?" She asked.
"I can't explain everything to you. I'm sure that this is all going to seem very strange, but I brought you here to warn you T'Pol. You are in a lot of danger."
"What? Why?"
"They're watching you. Something happened and they found out about you. Normally if our target is exposed, we let it go. But this time, we can't."
"I'm not following you Tripp."
"You came here tonight because you wanted the answer."
"The Matrix. What is The Matrix?"
"Ten years ago I met a man, a great man who said no one could be told the answer to that question. They to see with their own eyes to believe it." Tripp told her.
His body was pressed close against hers, his lips were very close to her alien ear. He continued to speak.
"He told me that no one should look for the answer unless they have to because once you see it, everything changes. Your life and the galaxy you live in will never be the same. It is if you wake up one morning and the sky is lime green."
There was a hypnotic quality in his light southern drawl that made his words feel like a drug to her. His voice almost seeped into her body as he continued to speak.
"The truth is out there T'Pol. It's looking for you and it will find you. if you want it to."
She looked into his deep blue eyes as he spoke more, she was entranced.
"That's all I can tell you right now. Good-bye T'Pol. And good luck."
He turns to leave and she starts to speak.
"Wait. Who is it? Who was this man?" She asked him.
He leaned closer to her once more. His lips almost touched her ear as he spoke once more.
"You know who he is."
He turned and disappeared into the sea of alien bodies in the club as the music continued to play.
