The Matrix Uploaded: A Matrix Fanfiction Story
Historical File II: Seraph's Appointment
The Matrix 2.0's relative chronometer: 1:12 P.M. The Matrix 2.0's relative grid parameters: The capital of Chambers, in the Chambers Borough of Manhattan.
Relative to who exactly? The same figure with two black shotgun styled mouse pistols…that was walking right out of the parking lot of a Christian church styled white marble tower. His name was Seraph.
Many corrupt politicians have constantly been fighting for control of the metropolis from this stage…in every way conceivable. Most of their closest followers don't even want to set foot outside their doors for much at all: For fear of their opponents killing them…or worse.
"You can't even walk out the door without a bomb set to go off in your car." – Anonymous
Seraph was locking and loading…as a fiery explosion went off in the parking lot. With a very small hint of a smile escaping from his lips, Seraph said, "I'm sorry. But, you should have known by now I'm my own team. No "hard feelings"…Mr. Bishop." He kept walking…not even looking behind him. Debris fell in a smoke cloud…rising to the cross styled glass windows of the far from subtle tower.
Earlier, 10:34 A.M…
In his bunker…Seraph sat meditatively on the metal floor. But under his blank face…was much reluctance. Niobe was sitting on a bunk bed, facing him. Almost dismissively, Niobe viewed, "we all have had to put up with shit with the Matrix. What makes here any more shit?"
Seraph moderately sighed, "wishful thinking. Shit doesn't begin to describe my relation with Mr. Bishop." Niobe figured, "why? Slight chuckle. Hell, you never mentioned him even."
Very uneasily so, Seraph reflected, "it is…a very sensitive topic with me. Nevertheless… Moderate sigh. This is a good time to give a full explanation. My real self was born out from the Matrix. My real family is Zion. Anything prior to that real self is…gorram."
Getting up, Niobe slightly chuckled, "you're a real piece of work." She started heading back to the cockpit.
Seraph commented, "actually…I take my self to be rooted in both work and the virtue of justice." Niobe turned to him, "good. Then work." Seraph figured, "I know. I'll be ready."
Niobe pointed out, "it's easy to say that… Moderate sigh. With how long we've been out fighting. But this isn't just another mission, soldier. This is our big chance to bury Jade Room: The Agents's latest stupid shit secret. Now, if you can't focus on that mission... You tell me now. I'll go into the Matrix in your place. And, we could call it even."
Seraph insisted, "I respect your concern, Niobe. But…I will be." Niobe reasoned, "we can be ready in ten minutes." Seraph figured solemnly, "thank you. That would be good." Niobe slightly nodded. She then left Seraph to his meditation.
On that day, 1:15 P.M…
Seraph walked on…down the heavily fortified metal walled streets. Staircases led up to the metal crafted apartment buildings above...spray painted solid red, solid blue, and every other color in the rainbow. Grayish graffiti with a lot of guns covered the metal walls: Like party decorations for a Third Reich funeral that left them open to be massacred themselves.
Seraph adjusted the frequency on his comlink, with the loose wiring mostly built inside his collar. But inside was a small dial, unlike much any other comlink for Zion military personnel. He side stepped away…just as two armored cars started shooting at each other. One had yellow grayish bulletproof plating over a jeep, the other had a Canadian flag spray painted across its dark brown doors. Both had shotguns sticking out from their rearview mirrors. Glass shattered. Tire screeching echoed about.
Seraph quickly manipulated the code to leap at the jet black railing of some steps. He jump kicked off of it, tumble landing on top of the dark brown armored car. The railing splintered in half below. Staying crouched, Seraph took aim at the opposite car. He fired into a rearview mirror's support, disconnecting it at such a angle that the shotgun attached crashes into the side window. The red hooded sweatshirt wearing driver was knocked out instantly on impact.
One of the other red hooded sweatshirt wearing gang members in the car grabbed the shotgun…aiming at Seraph. He shouted, "easier ways to die, fricking Chinese man! Much easier!" The dark brown armored car made a hard turn, ramming into one of the then dented headlights. Completely unfazed, Seraph calmly said, "not for me. I suggest you pray."
The aim was set off for all but one of the red hooded gang members…who killed a medium brown haired woman in a black dress in the yellow armored car. Her short red haired husband in a tuxedo took the wheel, muttering goddamn you under his breath. He fired into the windshield…killing the red hooded gang member with a shotgun.
The remaining three gang members were moving quickly to the front. But, Seraph already knew. He side jumped off the yellow armored car, while spin loading his mouse pistols in midair. Seraph finished lowly, "you're going to need it where you're going." The yellow armored car was speeding off…but not before firing again. The bullets just bounced off.
Earlier, at 12:24 P.M…
Seraph was walking up to the apparent gold lined dark red elevator…inside the parking lot. Alone. Unarmed. Two guards in full blocky red bulletproof armor stand at the door: With open eye slots to see out of their helmets. One of them laughed, "you gotta be fricking joking. No man walks up here alone and gets in. What makes you so special, huh?"
Uncomfortably so, Seraph plainly stated, "not to you…no. But, I'm sure Mr. Bishop would think differently. I have a appointment."
With a hand up, the second guard figures, "hold off, Crang. Since you're "this special"…you wouldn't mind us seeing your I.D. And a entrance fee for non-Chambers residents." Seraph sighed annoyedly, "actually…I'm afraid this makes me untouchable by your hands." He took out a red rimmed I.D. badge. It had his picture on it, and it said Seriche Bishop in both Chinese and English. Only without the glasses…with his blindness having become plain as black and white.
His special comlink was designed with help from the Oracle to tune into the frequency of the Matrix code itself…who foresaw his awakening from the Matrix. Thereby, it allowed him to sense the code...like that of a demi-god. In a way most Zion people would be kind of envious of.
Seraph figured, "formerly…most likely. But, that's not your concern. Is it?" The guards looked on in stunned silence. One got out a matching walkie-talkie, "Mr. Bishop…were you expecting a Mr. Seriche?"
Over the walkie-talkie, a dry voice answered, "yes: 12:30. It's 12:30 now. Show him in."
On that day, 1:21 P.M…
Seraph fired both mouse pistols at the red hooded gang, which they duck from. One of them grabbed the wheel with one hand…and punched Seraph with another. Seraph fell back against the knocked out guy, mid-air kicking the gang member at the wheel on reflex out the window. She tumbled down the road, coughing up dark red liquid on her side.
Seraph got to his feet, as the armored car grinds into a metal wall. Sparks flew off. Seraph was adjusting the frequency on his comlink…when the gang members left punched at him. Seraph hurled one fist away with his free hand, while jump kicking the other off the hood. The car was grinding to a halt, finally hitting a corner of wall.
The other clutched his heavily bruised hand in piercing pain. He cried out, "what kind of Chinese man are you?!" Seraph figured, "one of justice. Sniffle. Curious: You're the only one in your gang who never fired a shot. Yet, you're still here."
Teary eyed, the gang member nervously said, "look. I was press ganged, ok?! They got my woman. Sniffle. They got my woman." Hearing his heart rate dropping, Seraph solemnly nodded, "you speak the truth. I can tell. Go. Go free your woman friend."
The other guy shakily nods, "thank you, man. Thank you." He got out of the car, running elsewhere down the streets. Seraph took the wheel, speeding it off even faster by manipulating the Matrix code. And down a long winding road…away from the gang.
Over comlink, a enthusiastic mannered voice said, "Beatdown Sensei to Fire Monkey. What's your status? Over."
Seraph said, "good to hear from you, Raul. However… Moderate sigh. I'm afraid it wasn't money that he wanted." A pocket matrix generated little brown wallet is still sitting in his pocket. Raul wonders a little uneasily, "why? What did he want?"
Earlier, 12:30 P.M…
Seraph was escorted out of the red elevator by several more guards. It was opening before the highest level of the cross windowed tower. Wide Chinese screen panels of blue serpent like Chinese dragons were hung over gold lined red paper lanterns for decorations. The walls had cross windows with Chinese panels bordering them. Depicted on these panels were red and blue Chinese dragons coming out of the ocean waves…with storm clouds forming around their serpent bodies.
Wooden tables, grayish haired businessmen in gray suits, and thick accented blond long haired strippers were plentiful. Too creepily plentiful. Even a good twenty of the tables had wooden poles sticking out of their centers. But, among the businessmen…Mr. Bishop had a secluded Chinese screen made private room in the center of the floor. It had only one entryway to Mr. Bishop. He had ancient red Chinese throne with gold supports to sit in. He was surrounded by fifteen guards in blocky red bulletproof armor on wobbly stools: Who only got fed table scraps for their meals. Mr. Bishop glared creepily, "never gets old…does it, Seriche?"
Struggling to remain blank faced in his presence, Seraph muttered lowly, "cut the shit, Mr. Bishop. We both know why I'm here." Mr. Bishop waved the escorting guards away. He sighed disapprovingly, "you know…I tried for years to educate you in the truth. To get you to fully see the real world for what it truly is. But, you bring it with you: "The shit", as you so crudely say." Seraph sat down in front of him…but not in meditation.
Seraph moderately sighed, "curious: I could say the same about you. But, I know my words were lost on you long ago."
Mr. Bishop cut to the point, "if your word is weak…so is your money. It would be unwise to take money from you."
Seraph quickly surmised coolly, "not weak. I had a feeling you'd change our deal...no matter what I chose to offer." Mr. Bishop reasoned dryly, "so what are you going to do: Kill me?"
Seraph figured annoyedly, "depends. What is your new deal?" Mr. Bishop figured, "a test of your word...is payment enough."
In cold anger, Seraph pointed out, "except I don't want your honor on my conscience! Deep breath. Moderate sigh. Beside…you well know I'd turn that honor down as soon as I could."
Mr. Bishop slightly laughed, "how amusing. But, close. You see, son…I don't think you deserve honor. I think you deserve a chance to make amends for all the crap you caused me and our family. Then…all will be right with the natural order of things. And, you can walk out of here with the information your people so specially requested."
Seraph slightly smiled bitterly, "deep breath. Just like old times then. Very well. "Enlighten" me on how." Mr. Bishop figured patronizingly, "why…I thought you'd never ask."
On this day, 1:41 P.M…
Over comlink, Raul nervously chuckled, "those damn hoops, huh?" At the wheel, Seraph figured plainly, "yeah. Moderate sigh. It's going to become one hell of a circus."
As day went into night, 6:27 P.M…
Seraph was getting brain plugged into the Matrix. Raul was operating the brain plug controls, which were roughly level with his height. Raul slightly chuckled, "ready to kick some metal buckets?" Seraph commented, "last I recall, you are a pacifist."
Slightly smiling, Raul figured, "Machines are Machines, man. When they start being people, give me a call to call off the war. I'd gladly do the honors for you." Seraph figured openly, "I'll be sure to make a note of that. Though, enemy or not…you don't know someone until you fight them."
Raul figured, "well…we sure know how you fight. Just don't let the Matrix catch on, and we'll be in and out soon enough." Seraph slightly nodded, "I understand. But…thank you." Raul figured, "don't mention it." Seconds later, Seraph was loaded into the Matrix.
Not long after, 6:33 P.M…
Seraph appeared in Times Square…with its many billboards and hidden cameras. Red, blue, and yellow giant ads go by in spades. Corporate cars and limos of black and white zoomed past. Many cars were keeping their distance: Mostly the non-armored kind. But, the most painfully glaring billboard of all…was covered in little text. It spelled out Destrucity, in newspaper wrapped like font scribbled with red. It just hurt on the eyes…and that was more than enough to steer most people in the Matrix away. Thankfully, Seraph was spared that indignity.
The real indignity for him came in a special red floppy disk: One that was already decoded back on the Logos…but still led back to indignity. Seraph took a deep breath…as he briefly took it out to remind himself what was at stake.
Earlier, 12:58 P.M…
Mr. Bishop figured, "this floppy has all the information you need. But, I have good word that a task force for MetaCortex is after that very same stronghold." Kind of suspecting what was to come, Seraph looked a little unsure, "what does this have to do with my people? I do have a schedule to keep, you know." He started to make his way out.
Mr. Bishop just laughed glaringly, "everything. Your people bring them a hitman…and you'll be able to decode MetaCortex's data there." Seraph grabbed the floppy from his hands, "agreed. Tell them to expect someone wearing this same jacket." He walked out. Along the way…he took a red grenade from a guard fooling with a stripper. It was where he'd expect it to be for a dumb guard: Right there on a unattended corner of a table, with his guns.
On this day, 6:34 P.M…
Seraph even knew who to expect. A black limo with many Agents was going into the Destrucity restaurant. That's right: The billboard is the entrance to a fricking weird restaurant. A gold striped candy cane elevator on both sides went up. But, a elevator platform for the limo itself took it there. Seraph got out a black grappling hook gun, made from the pocket Matrix onboard the Logos.
He launched it onto the limo's back fender. He flip swung himself off of the ground…using the grappling hook cable to launch himself all the way to the entrance. That is, with some Matrix code manipulation added in.
The black hole of a doorway closed in front of him. Half of the cable was sucked into nothingness. The other half stuck there like duct tape, plastered over a small part of billboard.
But, Seraph tumble landed to his feet. He was at the metal catwalk…covered with a morbid mural of a crater making Plutonium fueled missiles out of space shuttles with live people inside.
Coming up on one of the elevators…were three faces in grassy green jumpsuits. Their face masks were grassy green as well. One had long greasy pink streaked black hair. Her codename on the task force was Bubble Kick. Another had grayish blond messy hair, with the codename Chisel. And the third just had short black hair. His codename was Backdoor.
Seraph figured lowly, "I understand you've been expecting me?" Backdoor slightly chuckled, "suppose you're the hitman, huh?"
Seraph tried to point out lowly, "keep it down! You want the authorities to…?" Sounding high, Bubble Kick just denigrated, "oh, grow up shit-shoe! This is a billboard. The only people up here are shitty workers working ov…er."
The billboard opened up again. The black hole turned inside out…becoming a giant bright orange yellowish arrow flare of scissors of scissors for no reason. A booming warrior cry echoed, "an energy bound by a boy…driven by a insatiable desire…to make pointless far far away!"
Seraph knew something stupid was going to happen…and so tumbled out of range. He was grasped for sense, "what…guy could possibly talk such…?! Ohh…shit. It can't be." There was a legend among Zion people of a "head Agent with no face." But…never in years had he faced something as painfully close to that as here.
A blue ghost head with a dark brown mullet of insanity and a yellow lined red wrestling mask floated there…over the void that sat where the nonsense flare scissors used to be. The flare scissors dragged Chisel into the void, and flung Backdoor into the sky to his inevitable death. Bubble Kick was left standing there…but stripped down to bubblegum pink bra and panties. Her hair was floating in midair, with weird ass long proportions. No exaggeration there would be the understatement of the decade.
The Ultimate Warrior ghost ranted on, "Bubbly well versed in foking absolutes. Welcome…to a body without a soul aware… Terrain of Testament yours!" Bubble Kick just smoked a joint, creepily smiling about it all. A cloud of green swirled over her…who disappeared into the void as well. Fearful for his sanity, Seraph muttered, "it…is."
Over comlink, Niobe checked, "Seraph…what's going on? Over." Seraph figured lowly, "something I wish I never saw. Stand by." He jumped for a moon within the void…hearing more comets on the other side.
The billboard closed behind him. A very confused Seraph was floating in the space that shouldn't have been. A few seconds after…it gave way to a giant Jacuzzi of a restaurant. Writings that could make sanity cry were scribbled all over the walls. Floating gold hands are the seats. Two dark red tassel crafted long blond haired ladies are making a green cake of the Ultimate Warrior's muscled beyond belief body for no reason. Lava and quicksand were flowing as one nonsensical piece of crap for the Ultimate Warrior to bathe in. Seraph crash landed into a jade glass slide that shattered on impact…floating itself back together.
He adjusted his comlink to try to tap into the Matrix's frequency…but it hurt to even hear. The unconscious Ultimate Warrior was on a floating sideways metal hospital bed. His body had single toed feet, purple boots with steel tips…and abs as big as beach balls front and back. He was strapped in and injected with many bluish clear liquid bubbling tubes.
It looked just like the bluish clear liquid that Morpheus was subjected to…when Agent Smith tried to intoxicate him into giving him the Zion codes. Only, this looked like a upgraded version for a testing subject.
The cloud of green was over the Ultimate Warrior…who was grinning creepily under its smell.
Seraph gasped for air, swimming impossibly to the glass floor of the restaurant. But, apparently…so did Chisel. He was choking on his side, struggling to breathe. Except…part of the floor itself was doing it.
Seraph was kicking and tearing away as hard as he could. But, bluish clear shapeshifting baby Administrators rising from the nonsensical crap were relentless. They scraped and tore at them. Dark red liquid drops hit the waves of nonsense crap. Seraph thought desperately, "there must be something to make sense of here. There just…has to be!"
He spun tumbled against the baby Administrator programs, making the floor give way. The baby Administrators crashed into each other like exploding lawnmowers of death. Chisel was punching them down across the shattering glass walls. Chisel called out, "go! I'll hold them off."
Seraph though was finally pinpointing some sensical Matrix programming on his frequency. He figured firmly, "no. Get ready to run! I know how to shut it down." Chisel slightly chuckled, "kick its ass, man."
Seraph ran off a half shattered wall…spin kicking into the tubes for the Ultimate Warrior. One broke off…and the others followed. The Ultimate Warrior's drugs were lessening. And, as quickly as it came…the Ultimate Warrior tore off the rest.
The giant Jacuzzi was fluctuating into shards of programming digits.
A Seraph with many cuts all over sensed it. The billboard sized green room revealed itself before Chisel's eyes. He ran out through the back way…trying to find any technology worth stealing. Instead, he appeared back at the Destrucity billboard. He muttered screw it under his breath, continuing to run off. A corridor of green Matrix code came from the opposite direction…joining up with the very familiar white nothingness of the Layer itself.
Seraph slightly smiled, running and limping out of there. For…the Ultimate Warrior was still very real here.
He cried out, "the Ultimate Warrior will take back the blood of the warriors before…and foke you to jetjack mer-aid!" The several Agents were behind some marble white studio controls…just before getting beaten to death by the Ultimate Warrior program they gave life to. The Administrator babies were much fewer in numbers: Clutching their bruised and pained sides in a super loud baby tantrum.
What Seraph didn't stick around to find out was the Matrix 1.0 avatar injecting code tentacles into the Ultimate Warrior program: In essence, deleting it forever.
Meanwhile, back on the Logos…
A colony of Sentinels was closing in: In the sewer piping depths of the Earth. Niobe had just plunged the ship into frozen time. The lasers were a few seconds away from shorting out the hover engines. Niobe checked over comlink, "Seraph…wherever you are… We could use you out here!"
After several minutes of no signal…Raul was finally seeing Seraph's personal code readings on the brain plug control screen. With great relief, Raul reported, "he's coming to." Niobe muttered, "about time too." She was steering the Logos hard past the frozen still lasers, narrowly avoiding crashing into two laser up ahead.
Back in the Matrix…
Struggling to breathe in and out…Seraph picked up a office phone in a whitish brown apartment. A window was broken in from behind him. But, there was no more worry here: He found his easy way out.
On the Logos…
Seraph came to. He was coughing some dark red liquid…but he was getting on his feet. Seraph figured, "sounds like we have bigger concerns." Raul slightly smiled, "good to see you too. How about lighting up some Machines so we can hightail it out of here?" He handed him a lightning rifle. In mixed relief, Seraph headed for the airlock. He said simply, "right." Niobe checked, "and the mission?"
Seraph reasoned, "undone from within. But… Moderate sigh. It was done." At least…he assumed as such from the Ultimate Warrior program.
He opened the airlock, taking aim for the Sentinels. Niobe slightly chuckled, "good to have you back, Seraph." Seraph concluded, "you have no idea how thankful I am for that. That is…not yet."
He fired at the Sentinels. Two Sentinels were zapped to rubble…just as frozen time was fading away to normalizing time.