"It's even in your names," the Oracle said. "Together, you will herald the end of this world. Probably not bring it on yourselves, but soon after they find the One, you will die; and on that day, everything will change."
Switch. Apoc(alypse). How had they ended up with those chosen names anyway?
The Oracle answered the unspoken question with a sad smile and a sigh. "Ancient codes, embedded deep within the main Matrix programme, bleeding into your residual self-images. Can't be helped, sometimes."
The day Neo's basic training was completed and they went back in to take him to the Oracle, Switch wore white for the first time. It hadn't even been a conscious decision, more a shift in her reality manifesting itself, and she embraced it. White was calm. She was calm. The others nodded to her, surprised glances but no questions.
Apoc held her back for a moment as they were to step around a corner, just a gentle touch to her wrist but she complied.
"So, it's time, huh?" he muttered, as he pressed his forehead to hers, not quite looking into her eyes.
She nodded against him, still calm.
"Let's go end the world, then, my angel of death." There was a tiny quiver in his voice, but he felt steady enough to make her smile as she pulled away.
"Come on, my dark omen."
*** Author's note ***
I saw someone else interpret "Apoc" as a short form of "Apocalypse" and the idea simply stuck in my brain, so this story happened without being planned.