I DO NOT OWN THE MATRIX OR THE ANIMATRIX, HOWEVER I DID INVENT THE STORY LINE, AND THE MAIN CHARACTERS. Please enjoy. Read and review PLEASE
"Resistance. . ." said Jeremy. "Resistance to what?"
The tall man laughed. "There's a lot that you don't know, eh?"
"I would guess. . . where am I?
"The sewer."
"THE SEWER!" he yelled "YOU GUYS OPERATE OUT OF A SEWER!"
"Eh, its no Taj Mahal, but it's home."
"Why are you guys down here?"
"Well, what was the last day you remember?"
"Uhh, March 12th, OH CRAP I"M STILL LATE FOR WORK!"
"Don't worry about that now. It's September."
Jeremy's eyes widened. He thought of all the things he missed, his family, his friends, his. . . he felt the top of his head. . . hair? He looked to his left, there was a mirror on the wall, his glorified green hair was gone, and what was left was brown hair that he hadn't seen in years. Also, his face was different , his eyes were slightly closer together, his mouth was slightly wry and his face was almost a dark brown because of the dirt and sewage on his face.
"What happened to my hair?" he asked jokingly.
"You had hair?"
"Yeah, it was green."
"GREEN!" He laughed. "Brother, when we found you your hair was singed off by explosion. . .GREEN!"
"Shut up."
"Look, you want to know what happened to you, why you're here, whats going on in the world?"
"That would help."
"Well, it started with the B166ER trial, you remember that right?"
"Yeah, I watched it on TV."
"Well, on the 15th, he escaped from where they were holding him, and led a revolt against humanity. This didn't last long, but the other, more advanced machines, saw their opportunity and created the city of 01. No one knows it's exact location, but its where all the machines live now. They led attacks on the human world, that led to war, and we. . .we. . ." he paused.
The woman stepped forward. "We blacked out the sky. It was a desperate attempt to cut the machines off from their power source, the sun. But they soon found a new power supply."
"What are they using now?"
She paused. "Us."
Jeremy looked at her in confusion.
"They use humans as a power source, they absorb chemical energy and harness it. The humans are currently 'living' in a computer generated world, as a facade. Those taken, think they still rule the world. The truth is, we are the machine's slaves."
"This all happened in six months?"
"Six? Try 18."
"I've been unconscious for over a year!"
"Its what we call a "COMA"," said the kid with glasses.
"Shut up Poindexter."
"Well, that explains mostly everything," said the older man.
"Who are you people?"
"I, am Charlie Irving. The chick that you were staring at is Monica Oswald."
Monica walked over to the table where Jeremy was sitting and slapped him.
"Okay, I think I may have deserved that." said Jeremy.
"...And Poindexter over there is Billy Schwartz."
"Uhh, hi. . I guess."
"Now, who are you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, we found you here almost completely burned, no identification."
"Uh. . . my name's Jeremy. . .I guess I'm 24 now, I lived in Austin, Texas. . ."
"Texas is where we found you. Now, you're a lot farther away."
"Where exactly are we?"
"Somewhere underground in the vicinity of New York City."
"You brought me that far? I guess I owe you guys. . ."
"Don't worry, we'll think of a way for you to pay us back."