Title: The Matrix: Resurrection
Author: AntipodeanOpaleye
Rating: PG-13
Summary: ~ Spoilers/Post Revolutions ~ The machines still owe Neo his peace; peace on levels he didn't intend, couldn't imagine, and had never brought himself to hope for.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from any other source either doesn't belong to me or is a purely coincidental occurrence. Anything that you've never seen probably belongs to me. I write for enjoyment and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Wow. I am absolutely overwhelmed by the response to this fic. Thank you so much to everyone who read, and even more to those who reviewed.
Jessilea - Thanks so much! And you made sense… very much so, I say that all the time. And a person who liked the ending! Yay!
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Electric-Kitsune - Infinite Amounts of Ass…. That had to be one of the best compliments I've gotten in a long time. Thanks, and I'm glad you like it! Machine logic will continue… of that I am sure ;)
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rembrandt - So glad you're enjoying it! And that you think my description was so accurate :D
dswynne - Hmm….. that would be interesting…..
donnatellaMarks - Continued, as you wished :D Yes, softer music would have been nice…I agree. Hope you like the new chapter.
funkless - Thanks! Really nice robot dude; that sounds like something the person who helped me think up Zemper would say…. :D
Midnight's Trinity - Someone who sees Revolutions as I do! Thank you! Glad you like it; and hope you like the new chapter. And Trin is coming, I promise…. Just a little longer….
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Beautiful Wednesday - Why thank you! I'm very happy that you like the fic, and I agree that you've pointed out a common trait with most post-Revolutions fanfic, concerning Neo's sight; I haven't found one that restores his sight as of yet, either. If you find a fic that doesn't restore his sight, let me know; I think it would be interesting to read… Thanks :D
Enjoy the new chapter; I hoped it would have been done before now, but my French Project kept me from writing. Yeah. And don't hit me for the antics of my buddy Deus; just because he's a Machine King doesn't mean he's got it all together ;) And dang, I did not want to put Locke in here… I don't like him (no offense to anyone who does)… but, I inserted him for insertion's sake, just to further along another plot line. Yeah. Going to stop babbling now.
As always, enjoy, and please review!
~AO
Chapter Two
"We've all but lost the entire dock, Councilor, as you've undoubtedly gathered. We'll be unable to send any type of craft out of the city until it is repaired." Jason Locke had never been a strong proponent for sympathy or gentleness of nature. He told it as it was, and damn the consequences.
"Commander," one of the councilwomen on his left addressed him, "It seems that such a delay in craft movement in and out of Zion would be detrimental. I move that, perhaps, we enlist the help of an outside entity to either aide in the repair of the Ship Dock or the commute of our people."
Locke laughed sarcastically. "And what, Councilor, do you suggest? We secure the assistance of the sentinels?"
The middle-aged woman's gaze was cold. "If we must."
"You must be joking, Councilor."
"That I'm not, Commander. Be their new found peace, or not, we'll need a place to broadcast from, in order to be sure."
"Councilor, you cannot think that…"
"I believe that she does, Commander," a man to his right cut in sternly. "We are all agreed. You will enlist the aid of the sentinels if need be. And you will begin assessing the work to be done. Now."
Struck verbally, Locke stood stunned for only a moment before walking abruptly away from his superiors and out into what was left of the city.
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"Mmmm," the young woman with ebony skin murmured against her lover's bare chest. It reminded her of times gone by with this same man, of a time between when there was no love to be found in her life, and of the now, and the beauty of it all as she lay content in his embrace.
"Morpheus," she whispered. "What's tomorrow gonna bring?"
"You worry about tomorrow?"
She sighed. "I'm worried because you're worried. I'm worried they won't come back."
Morpheus remained silent, shifting slightly.
"Do you think they will?" Niobe asked, finally turning to face him.
"I wish not to think of any other possibility," he said softly. "For I fear the mere thought may prove to be too much."
Niobe looked away at this.
"I know how much you cared for them both. She was a daughter to you, and even me. I… I guess I always thought of her as our own, you and me; Trinity was unplugged the day after our one-year anniversary, I remember. And Neo. He, he… I truly believed in him Morpheus. And I think I was right to. But, I…"
She was silent again, and Morpheus's arms tightened instinctively around her. He kissed the top of her head, and she further leaned into his embrace.
"Soon it will be the morrow," he whispered into her hair, "and we will wonder of it no more."
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"She'll be fine, my lord," the small, jet-propelled machine informed the much larger, spiked one.
"Good," Deus replied.
"Yes sir. But she won't respond. We've resorted her body, as you requested, but she shows no signs of consciousness."
"Is she stable enough to enter her? There must be something that they can do for her once she's in. One of those, those, Ockipietles, surely?"
"Hospitals, sir?"
"Yes, one of those, or a piescietrees?"
"Psychiatrist?"
"Precisely."
"According to my calculations, there is a very high chance of a successful entrance into the Matrix for her. But, the data appears to support that subconsciously, she has no will to regain cognizance. It's an, emotional bond, it seems, something lost or taken, something which she is missing as of now. It's a complicated dilemma, one that I cannot compute."
"I see. Enter her now. The anomaly will be waiting for her there. Perhaps that will spark her will to live."
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"Neo, sir," the familiarly metallic voice said to him, the noise seeming farther away than what he gauged was normal. "Neo, sit up."
He tried, but found himself unable to obey. He felt cool metal on his back and arms, and was pulled gently into a sitting position. "What are you doing?" he asked weakly.
"You're body is fully healed, but your cognitive skills need to refine themselves. You're stable enough to enter the Matrix, now. You'll recover much more quickly there."
"What?"
But before he could get his answer, they had jacked him in.
Neo awoke on the floor of a large white room, and was instantly reminded of the train station. He rose quickly, only to realize that he felt no pain or fatigue, and that he was clothed in a familiar black trench coat, complete with his boots, glasses, and other ever so familiar pieces of his residual self-image. He rose, and approached the single door to his right. Cautiously, he placed his hand on the silver knob, twisting it slowly. Opening the door, he stepped through without second thought, only half-aware of the possible consequences of doing so. He sensed no danger, and he trusted that instinct. He closed his eyes and walked down a seemingly never-ending hall of black, lighted only by small, methodically placed white lights. He could see them; the coding imprinted on the backs of his eyelids as he followed them to an ever-growing burst of gold. When it seemed as if the aureate shine would blind his closed eyes, he finally opened them.
And saw the most spectacular sunrise he'd ever witnessed.