This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I noticed that there is little written about one of my favorite characters, Ghost. So here goes. Hope you like it.
Summary: Ghost is unplugged.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any of the characters. They are the property of the Wachowski Brothers and Warner Bros. Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. I just love the Matrix.
It wasn't always easy growing up as the son of a Chinese immigrant in a primarily upper class white neighborhood of New York City. But he had a good life. His parents had worked hard to send him to the best highschool. He was smart and had breezed through. At the age of seventeen he was now one of the youngest students at the University. As a student of Philosophy most people considered him to be just an average strait-laced kid of guy. He of course knew better. He was a hacker. One of the best. A ghost. He could move in and out of computer systems without anyone ever knowing he had been there. But that wasn't good enough. All his life he felt like he was missing something. Something he couldn't quite catch up with. It continued to elude him.
What is the Matrix?
The library was quiet. He liked it that way. He was searching again. Looking for answers. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a young African-American woman, perhaps 25-30 years old, enter the computer room and sit quietly in the corner desk. He continued in his quest, but remained alert to her presence. So it came as a surprise to him when he heard her voice from the seat next to him.
"I know what you are looking for," she said.
"Excuse me?"
"You're looking for answers. So was I. I found them."
"What are you talking about?"
"The Matrix. Do you want me to tell you what it is?"
"I'm doing fine on my own thanks."
"I don't believe you. We've been watching you. I know how many times you've failed."
"Nietzsche said, 'A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.'"
"No number of failures will help you discover the answers you are seeking. I can only offer you assistance one time. You won't get another chance."
He paused and considered her offer. What did he really have to lose?
"Okay."
"You need to understand that once I show you the truth, there is no going back."
"I understand."
"Well then, Ghost, my name is Niobe. Come with me."
Cloudy. That was the best description he could give of what he felt. Confused. Tired. Bits and pieces of things happening around him. Visions of people near him. Then…darkness.
"Niobe, look's like we got us some twins."
"Really? Who else?"
"Morpheus sent word. He pulled a girl out the same day. Name's Trinity."
The last thing he remembered was taking the red pill from Niobe. After that it all got a bit hazy. When he opened his eyes they burned. He looked around. He noticed what appeared to be plugs in his arms and on the back of his head.
The door opened and Niobe entered.
"Well, Ghost, welcome to reality."
It was difficult to believe, but not hard to understand. He had begun to accept the reality of his situation. He was a soldier about to begin training.
Yes, he understood what he was supposed to do.