This is the story of one man's struggle in the early resistance directly prior to the first version Matrix.
DISCLAMER: I OWN NONE OF THE MATRIX OR ANIMATRIX
10:00 AM, Austin, TX. March 12, soon
The truth, the truth.
RING RING
"What the fuck?"
Jeremy sat up in his bed and looked at the clock.
10:00
"Shit," he said. "I'm late for work."
He jumped up and picked a dirty shirt off the ground and put it on as he raced out the door to his car. If you could call it a car.
The ignition started after 6 tries and Jeremy bulleted out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. He looked at the radio. "Might as well listen to radio." He hit the button and looked at the number on the small digital screen. 101.5, classic rock of the early 2000's, 'Just what I need' he thought.
Static came over the radio and the number rapidly decreased to 90.5. 'Great,' he thought. 'NPR.'
"Hello this is Bob Johnson reporting for KUT NPR. The B166ER trial ended today. The verdict concluded that all B166ER models would be terminated due to failure to comply. The robot in question had this to say.
"I'll see you in hell, you and all of your kind."
"Well Bob, that seems like a lot to handle for one work day."
"Your right Arnold. On a much lighter note, pandas . .. "
Jeremy switched off the radio. The clock said 10:30.
"Shit, I am going to be late."
He revved theengine and sped up to a speed of 97 mph.
'Awesome!' he thought. 'Lets see how fast this baby goes.'
He zoomed passed cars for 10 minutes on I35 until he heard sirens.
"SHIT!" he yelled slowing to a stop. He rolled down his window. An android floated down from its hovering position and stood at Jeremy's window. Jeremy looked at the robot's chest. There was a police badge welded to it. 'Double shit.' thought Jeremy.
"Identification human." said the robot.
"Jeremy Thompson, age 23, Caucasian male, 5' 11'', green hair spiked, mood: moderately pissed."
"I do not find that funny human."
"Well I do chief."
"Step out of the vehicle sir."
He did so.
"Are there any illegal substances in your car?" asked the robot in monotone.
"Yeah sure," he joked. "JIMMY! HIDE THE STASH!" he yelled.
"I do not find that funny human."
"Well, how about this?" he asked reaching into his jacket. He pulled out a pistol.
"I need back up." said the android.
Jeremy fired. The android dropped to the ground.
"Lousy robot." Jeremy got back in his car and drove off accelerating.
He heard sirens behind him. Something inside him told him to run.