I was born in matrix year 1986 on the northern side of Mega City's Slums district. I was always the quiet kid, not many friends, maybe it was because of that one time... When I was about six, I was diagnosed with Diabetes but didn't find out till I was practically a walking skeleton. I remember hearing the doctor say that if they had found out later it would have been to late. Maybe that's what happened, I remember for a what felt like eternity seeing the world in a red haze. I felt like I was in some sort of liquid, like thick honey, I couldn't taste it but moving around in it was next to impossible. The next thing I remember is seeing a green blur, the images sharpened, it was like seeing strange drawings raining down, then they formed into shapes. It was terrifying. Slowly the drawings faded away and I saw my moms face, she was crying. apparently my body was so starved that it I had died for a few minutes. Luckily the doctors managed to revive me. I spent the next month in the hospital, first few weeks was nothing but feeding tubes, blood tests, and pain.
Then the strangest week in my life happened. One night the nurse came in, only it wasn't her, she had something in her eyes. I couldn't describe it at the time, but now, it was like she knew more about this world then all my teachers combined. I remember she asked me what I saw, I told her, something about her calmed me down. I told her what I saw, what I felt, everything. She said something about me not needing a pill, that the world should always be questioned, not to take anything for granted, that one day she would visit me again. Then she left, before I knew it I was fast asleep.
The following night I was visited by another person. He looked like a doctor, he reminded me of my grandpa, cold, like I never measured up. He has grey hair, he sounded like he was English. He was quick about his visit. He asked the same questions that the nurse asked me the night before, only difference was that he said I had a promising future. That a life of privilege waited me when I was older. Then he left.
A few days later three men visited me during the day. They reminded me of the guys that hung around with the Mayor all the time, or that would work with the police. He said his name was... Smith I think... I didn't like him or the two that were with him. Something about them made me scared of them. Smith told me never to talk about what had happened, that if I did, terrible things would happen. But that if I didn't, that a bright future was in store for me. Then they left.
As I got older my grades always would be slipping, ever since that one day, I could never believe what my teachers were saying. One day I got my first computer, my fathers attempt to get my grades up I suppose. I was fifteen at the time, quickly I learned about this man named Morpheus. Around this time my skills as a Hacker and aiming were above the average hacker. Nothing amazing but still I managed to pull a few pranks, turning the sprinkler system at school on basically whenever I wanted to. I admit that I did it once or twice right before gym, when we had to change to our gym uniforms... Whoa back to the story!
Around that time I heard about this guy named Neo. Apparently he was supposed to be something like superman. I remember one day, I was looking out side my window, I actually saw Neo sitting down talking with a elderly woman. He seemed to be concerned about something, the next thing I knew the elderly woman left, and in walked Smith. I was like, whoa, this is strange. Then something I couldn't believe happened, another Smith, and then another, and another and yet another entered the court yard. I couldn't believe it! I watched Neo hold his own against the Smiths. Then it was over. The smiths began to leave the courtyard, then one looked straight at me. I froze, I couldn't breath as I watched him walk towards my building...
I panicked. Had Smith seen me? More to the point did he remember me? I didn't want to stick around to find out. As soon as I was sure that he was in the building I jumped out the window and ran down the fire escape. Nothing made sense. Was I dreaming? Pretty convincing dream if you ask me. I heard foot steps behind me. I knew it was Smith before I looked back, it was like I could see him. Sure enough he was there. I bolted. I ran for the closest subway I could find. Thank God the train was moments from pulling away. Just as the doors closed Smith was practically right on top of me. Only a thin sheet of metal and glass separated me from him. He had a smile on this face, it was so disturbing. He mouthed something, I think now that it was something like "I'll be seeing you soon." Just as the train started to move. Looking back I don't know why he didn't just force the door open. He could have without even blinking.
I practically collapsed right then and there. Looking around the train didn't have a lot of passengers. Most of them paid me no mind, one however did. She was beautiful. To beautiful almost to be human. How right I was. For a few stops all she did was stare at me, those eyes, it wasn't like she was afraid, repulsed, or anything. It was more like she was waiting to see what I would do next.
"Mr. Bonness..." I froze, that voice, that voice full of a superiority complex. I turned my head, slowly. Five Smith's stood at the far end of the train car. Why, why was he after me! They slowly approached, I stood up and backed away slowly, keeping an equal amount of space between me and... them. I heard something that sounded like key strokes behind me.
Then out of no where red lightning struck the five Smiths, not killing them but they seemed stunned. They didn't move, like they were paralyzed or something. Someone grabbed my arm, before I knew what was going on there was the sound of glass breaking, the feeling of falling out of the train at a high speed was rather unmistakable. I don't remember what happened next, when I came to I was looking down at a moving ground, someone had thrown me over there shoulder and we were quickly moving down a strange hallway. There were doors constantly being ran past as we moved. "Um..."
"Oh your awake." The voice of female, she put me down, grabbed my arm and continued running. A few minutes later she opened a door and we ran in. We were in a club, I think I heard of this one before, it was known for its rather, strange, dress code.
She lead me threw the crowd, most of them gave me a strange look, like I was instantly given respect for something I couldn't remember. We walked up a set of stairs and were greeted by a strange couple.
"Ah, and who do we have here mon cher?" the
man asked. His accent was definitely french.
"This is the
blue pill that Flood found." Blue pill? What's a Blue pill?
"Oh oui oui maintenant que je me rappelle, Flood told me all about you. Apparently everyone has an interest in you, as they all do with your kind." The man with the French accent said.
"My kind?" I asked.
"You see, mon jeune ami, you woke up without needing a pill. If it weren't for the fact that you were brought back at the hospital, you would have been out of the matrix."
"The Matrix?"
"Oh
le doesnt sourd-muet de débile savent même ce qu'est ce
nom de
lieu... I wont go into explaining the meaning of the name.
Just know that for the time, the outside world is not a pleasant
place to be. You may, "Hang out" here for a while."
So, while the outside world was being taken over by Smith, I was safe...
So here I was, sitting in a, club, supposivly safe. Ever since I entered the place I had felt isolated for some reason. It wasn't the fact that I wasn't part of this "crowd" or that I didn't know what was happening to everyone out side. A few hours later the club was goin at full swing, I was just a little disturbed at some of the things I saw. Not that they went against my values and morality, but rather that things seemed to defy physics in this place. Before I had worked up enough courage to ask the woman that had "saved" me what was the deal three armed people stormed the place, demanded to see the Frenchman and went up to meet him. A few words were exchanged and then the woman some how managed to get a gun on the guy.
The last few hours were fairly normal, if that's what you would call what was happening normal. Then without reason I fell asleep.
The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed. Had I dreamed it all up? Some nightmare. Then, the nightmare became real. A few days later, a woman approached me and asked if I wanted to know the truth. She offered me a red and blue pill and told me to choose one. Naturally I choose the red or else I wouldn't be standing here telling my story now.
I woke up to a long forgotten dream. The red haze was all around me, I pushed up, ripped the cords from my body and took my first real breath. Most people would think that real air for the first time would be something to remember, if anything I wish I could forget it, the smell and taste in the air was putrid. Then the machine came and unhooked me from all the machines. It left me dazed and confused, if it weren't for that I would have been able to hold on and keep from being sucked into a disturbing water slide. I remember feeling like I was drowning, then I saw a claw come down for me.
"Welcome,
to the real world." a women's voice said.
A few months
later after they rebuilt my body seeing as I never used it, I got my
first look at Zion. I wasn't impressed. But after being told about
the war with the machines I figured I wouldn't be here much.
"No, Anubis, the war is over. We are at peace with the machines now." a man named Lock said. Peace, with a bunch of tin cans that still wouldn't let us on the surface, not that it was desirable being a barren graveyard. In other words, the machines would leave Zion alone as long as we stayed in the hole in the ground. The dream seemed more attractive then being awake more and more.
One day I had returned to the matrix, I felt horrible. Here these "blue pills" were living in blissful ignorance. But I couldn't, wouldn't go back. I didn't want to go back to Zion, they were content digging there own grave. The machines were out of the question, I wanted to turn them all into crushed pop cans. So that left me with only one choice. As myself and the crew I was added to went about mindlessly trying to wake up more blue pills in the slums I snuck away. These were my stomping grounds, I could here them running around, looking for me. I just walked away and they never saw me.
I spent the next few days meeting exile contacts and running missions for them. I didn't know what to do, were there other red pills who like me didn't think that the truce should have been called? Then one day I ran into her again. She brought me back to that strange club. Their the Frenchman gave me a choice to work for him. His organization wasn't bound by some silly truce, there were plenty of other red pills who felt the way I did. And so, I became an Exile. Hated by the machines for leeching off the energy that was rightfully the human races. Loathed by the Zionists for betraying there head in the clouds ideas. Im not like other Exiles, I don't want power, I want everyone to wake up and realize that this truce is a facade. Until the truce fails I shall continue to kill every agent, every machine that I see. Maybe one day Zion will wake up from their day dream and realize the real truth.
I still don't know why the Merovingian wanted me to join his faction so quickly. Maybe I will find out eventually.
