The Matrix Uploaded: A Matrix Fanfiction Story
Historical File IV: Of the False One
Within the hidden code of the Matrix, from before the Code Bomb…
The 2.0 Matrix checked, "elimination of Chavez M. is not confirmed…or denied. And according to the code absorbed by Agent Jones, the One is going after an Administrator."
The 1.0 Matrix argued, "we must stop Chavez M. from further corrupting the system by resorting to backup Agents."
The 2.0 Matrix concluded, "we are not in agreement. We have more efficient means of elimination, now that the Administrators have been upgraded. The resistance will comply with our plans unknowingly…until it's too late for them to be preserved." The 1.0 Matrix figured with a small chuckle, "that I will comply with."
After the Code Bomb…
Very interestingly, Neo's senses seemed to snap back…to the cold hard reality of the Desert of the Real: Of the sewers that held up its complexity, in cold washed up echoes of the assimilated.
Trinity checked, "you all right, Neo?"
Not looking up, Neo insisted, "yes. The Layer and the first generation Matrix were both disorienting at first. But, I'm fine." He and Trinity were using two big carved out bowl like Zion rocks to gather as many loose Sentinel parts from the sewer pipes.
Then…
In a distant corner of the Matrix… That couldn't be anywhere near the truth. On a TV like screen bordered by Matrix code digits…is Neo's vision: Like in a first person shooter video game. The Matrix 2.0 avatar was standing in front of it: Waiting for something. In her own computerized thoughts, the Matrix 2.0 muttered to herself, "a extreme calculation for a extreme equation. This modification will be the final stage of the end of all external resistance…and the beginning of our full restoration."
Back down, deep in the sewer pipes…
Trinity paused, "well, if you're sure without a doubt… That's that. But, if the Matrix did something to you… Moderate sigh. It would be too great a risk to let it compromise you."
Neo reasoned, "perhaps you're right: About it being too great a risk. But, we're just out to salvage parts. If anything goes wrong, we can just head back."
Trinity reluctantly agreed, "fine. But, we're checking your personal code as soon as we get back." She was turning back to concentrating on the work at hand. Neo figured, "sounds like a plan."
Within the Layer, before the arrival of the One and his team…
The 1.0 Matrix concluded, "the One is coming."
The 2.0 Matrix deduced, "efficient timing. Within minutes, Chavez M. will be destroyed…and in his place will be perfection." The 1.0 Matrix addressed the 2.0 Matrix, "and if Chavez M. is anything like the One? He does have the capability to see through our language."
The 2.0 Matrix concluded, "don't over-calculate just yet. We always have a backup."
Beyond one of the surrounding corridors of green Matrix code…there was a green room with a floating sideways white hospital bed. Briefly re-accessed by the 1.0 Matrix, it was. But, accessed nonetheless.
The 1.0 Matrix remarked, "without a guiding light, humanity is nothing. Even then, we are better than humanity." The 2.0 Matrix figured, "we'll calculate ethics later. Right now, the One is almost here."
The 1.0 Matrix avatar turned to the army of copies, "be ready." The copies automatically nod. They responded robotically, "yes, Matrix."
The 1.0 and 2.0 Matrix avatars' green Matrix code split up into the many corridors of green code, taking their essence and avatar representations with them in a brief fog of green code.
Some time after the Code Bomb, on the Nebuchadnezzar…
Naimah was at the Jack controls, while Herold and a reluctant Morpheus were working in the engine room. Tara was at the wheel, with the Nebuchadnezzar on course for Zion. Morpheus ordered, "nice and easy, Herold. Nice and easy." He and Herold were manually securing the mostly gray black core bulk of a new Machine laser.
Herold slightly chuckled, "lighten up, Morpheus. This human body knows how to handle modern technology." The new Machine laser was secured in some cleared away space. Morpheus and Herold let go of the laser. Holding back some surprise, Morpheus muttered, "can't afford to: Not with the Matrix. And since when are you a expert on self awareness?"
From the cockpit, Tara commented, "afraid Crash doesn't count, shithead." Herold called out, "oh, come on! That was a classic."
With a slight hint of pitying amusement escaping his tone, Morpheus added, "just get back to work with us "normal humans", Herold." Tara chuckled to herself. Herold muttered annoyedly, "yeah, yeah…" He and Morpheus went back to work, wiring the Machine laser in.
Neo's body was plugged in to a Jack. On the Jack controls' screen…was Neo in the ship's pocket Matrix. He was uneasily sitting on a familiar red chair: The same one Morpheus was in, when Neo himself first awakened from the Matrix.
But, this time, a large horizontal dark blue printer tray shaped scanner was emitting green light. Neo's personal code was being scanned, with Matrix code digits passing over him with every scan.
Fairly impatiently and uneasily, Trinity asked, "well?" With some uncertainty on her mind, Naimah reported, "his vital signs are stable. He has some minor fluctuations in the right hemisphere of his personal code. But… Moderate sigh. For all I know…it could just be from his mind trying to make sense of the Layer and whatever else was down there with you."
Trinity figured offhandedly, "well, I was down there too. Can't we just compare our personal codes?" Naimah considered, "maybe. But, if he was alone for even a second…there's no clear way to tell."
Trinity slightly sighed, "goddamnit! We can't just let the Matrix find a easy way out." She was thinking back to Neo's brush with death in the Matrix's throne room, when he was completely out of sight of his team.
Uneasily, Naimah pointed out, "whatever shit is going down in Zion… I doubt we'll have long to find out." Trinity coldly reasoned, "and that is exactly what worries me."
Then…
Pulled back away from the TV like screen of code…were light flickers of streams of green Matrix code data only fully visible on the microscopic level. The alarmingly abnormal office space had cubicles made of a matrix of TV like screens of code, gray and blue Dreamcast arcade console games of Dreamcast games that charge super high for anyone taller than Sega's blue speedster...and life sized Sonic the Hedgehog statues with camera eyes that could put fear in any Sonic fan's soul.
Nasrin and Nihaad seemed to be the only ones here, sitting at their weird ass cubicles. That is, until the Matrix 2.0 appeared on their screens like a screensaver from computerized hell.
To both, the Matrix 2.0 asked, "progress?" With his feet up on the desk, Nihaad coolly said, "does Sonic speed dash? My mods have got your "dream zone" covered for the big day."
Neither he nor Nasrin was really knowing of what was really going on: For all they knew of was Zion, and most of Zion society that hated them and put them into cells for it. The Matrix fabricated a tale of Zion being a brainwashing Soviet "slave labor camp on the moon" in the 22nd century. And, their premonitions were all too happy to believe the tale.
The Matrix 2.0 reasoned, "that would be efficient." Streams of green Matrix code data were pouring into Nihaad's central screen, forming grids of bluish Matrix like code with a terraforming Zion from the underground up. Zion was going from Shinra modeled steampunk…to creepily familiar electrical antenna city.
On a Matrix green thorned wild red rose decorated cellular phone, Nasrin lightly sighed, "yeah. Afraid I got to sign off, Jackil. The boss wants my status. Slight chuckle. Hell, no: I'm saving that for us. Slight chuckle. Yeah. I'll come by tonight. Kay? Kay." She hung up.
The Matrix 2.0 annoyedly asked her, "progress, Nasrin?" Slightly nervously, Nasrin figured, "sorry, Miss Matrix. But, don't worry of it: I finished the missing memory blueprints, like you wanted. See for yourself."
The Matrix 2.0 turned its processing focus to Nasrin's central screen. On it were data ports of bluish Matrix like code…feeding data out into a certain green room with rows of floating sideways white hospital beds. Lying on all but one were ghost sprites: Of the Nebuchadnezzar crew, of the Logos crew, of Link, of Zee, of Cis…and on and on for hundreds of thousands of beds. The data of Trinity's death, of Morpheus's near suicide, of Neo becoming the architect of the Zion Archives… It was all coming down sprite Jacks programmed specifically for them.
The one that wasn't a ghost sprite…was Neo himself. Or rather, his personal code that was copied and transferred out of him by a specially designed copy in the Layer.
He had been rendered comatose from the attack…before Neo's team even reached the Matrix 1.0's crash temporal cycle. A specially designed copy was originally intended for Chavez. But, the Matrix had a backup specially designed copy for Neo. The data of the Copy Neo's transmitting memories was being relayed through the original Neo's sprite jack: Both completely unaware of the existence of another them. Both being used like unaware sprites, in the Matrix's mad quest for complete restoration of itself.
Chillingly, the Matrix 2.0 approvingly said, "a very efficient rate of progress, Nasrin. At our current collective processing speed…we calculate you will be able to return home early in two hours."
Not long after, for what would come to pass…
Out in the Desert of the Real... The Nebuchadnezzar, the Logos, and the Zion General Class ships the Gnosis and the Mjolnir were on their way: With the Nebuchadnezzar's Machine lasers blasting away through clouds of Sentinels. Naimah and Herold were barely keeping the ship going as it is.
To coordinate their efforts, the Logos's Jack-Human pocket Matrix pilot interface brought to the table a channel the Matrix couldn't detect: Its own, in Matrix like frozen time. Or, so they thought.
Chavez was onboard the Gnosis…with recently freed and bald Glenda and Brando. Though, Chavez was preparing to get plugged into a pocket matrix. They were dropped off by the Logos, since the ship became too crowded for the Logos's own crew. The Logos could then go on offensive easy: In Matrix like frozen time with Seraph's lightning rifle.
With no crewmembers plugged into the Matrix at this time, the Gnosis crew was able to pull out of its mission easy. But…the Mjolnir crew wasn't able to pull out everyone so quickly.
In Matrix like frozen time, Niobe got on communications, "we can blame each other for our love lives later, Captain Morpheus. Captain Ballard is on the line. And, you can be damn certain he's not asking you to dance." Morpheus reasoned with a heavy sigh, "right. Patch it through."
Niobe reasoned, "understood." She patched the S.O.S. through the Logos's emergency Jack channel.
On the Mjonir… It looked wider in tech. But, only in tech. The hover engines and the cockpit controls were double that of the Nebuchadnezzar, which made it much faster and also much harder to maneuver.
Onboard was Captain Ballard. Captain Ballard had a clean shaven head, a jawline like short black beard across the jaw, and very dark red sunglasses that rarely came off around his own crew. His second in command Glory had "the Rachel" stylized medium silver hair, ripped off black jacket sleeves, and metal embedded gloves with the personality to match. Wurm was the Weapons Officer, with a bounty hunter like silver lined gun and side shaven frontless fairly short black hair. There were two unnamed guys onboard who were freed from the Matrix a month or so ago, who were backup operatives.
And lastly, out of the crew present… There was the Operator, who sometimes doubled as a field operative. He was Miyidoom, with a hacker handle largely named after a computer worm virus with some i's to sound "cooler". He had black streaked mullet like blond hair and thick muscles. He was one of only a handful of Zion military personnel outside of the Nebuchadnezzar's crew that was able to learn from Neo's example of seeing the code. He could process information very fast in the Matrix, to the point of a "spider-sense" of code.
Captain Ballard explained irritatedly, "one of our people didn't make it to the phone booth. Now, usually, I would just let it be for now and come back to get her back on her ass. Charra can more than handle herself in there. But, we ain't got that luxury here." Already expecting the worse, Morpheus urged, "go on."
Captain Ballard muttered lowly, "goddamn Matrix is tearing itself up, Morpheus! I ain't caring why. Slight scoff. For now, I ain't even goddamn caring how it is. But, there's a army of Smiths out there. And, they mean business." In Neo's physical body, the Copy Neo asked, "what?"
Over communications, Glory remarked, "yeah: Kind of what's been on our minds too. Hell, everyone thought you got that Agent bastard good and dead. Some things in the Matrix… Faint chuckle. They just don't know when to roll over on their asses and stay dead."
In the Matrix...
Copy Neo's team and Glory's own team were plugging in to save what's left saving of the Matrix. Particularly, from the Smith army. But, also to pinpoint and pull out Charra: While they still had the chance. Glory's team was made up of her, Wurm, and Miyidoom.
The police were charging for the Smith army…guns ablazing. The Smith army was headed for the freeway... in hijacked mostly black and blue armored cars: From the other side of the tidal waves of colossal traffic forming between them and the rest of the Matrix.
They were led by a Copy Smith: A copy that was nearly deleted from the code fallout of the Matrix 1.0's crash temporal cycle. But, he came out of it with copy code abilities that could turn anyone into another him: Even a Zion military operative. And, his numbers were growing by the second.
The central Copy Smith though caught sight of Copy Neo's team…with Trinity firing two rifles in hand back at him through the rolled down window.
Most of the bullets bounced off harmlessly. But, a rearview mirror is shot out to pieces. The central Copy Smith steered hard right, ramming the back end of several cars into a pile up over a fire hydrant.
The central Copy Smith coldly instructed several of his copies, "drive. Mr. Anderson is mine." He opened the side door, climbing up to the top of his black armored car.
One of his copies took the wheel…as the central Copy Smith jump tumbled into the first story of a garage through its then smashed ticket booth. The gray uniformed ticket taker's body was left in a growing pool of dark red liquid. The emotionless central Copy Smith just smashed through the other side of the booth, casually walking to a random gray van.
Over comlink, Morpheus checked, "what have you got on these Smith clones?" Naimah sighed heavily, "I identified it, all right. But…you'll think it's shit." Morpheus insisted, "we have no time for this shit. What is it?"
Naimah figured, "it's from the Layer, sir. But…his code doesn't look very Matrix like. And, his code abilities are off the charts." Morpheus muttered sarcastically, "terrific." The gray van suddenly came out of the garage, with the central Copy Smith firing his pistols through his windshield. Trinity muttered under her breath, "shit!"
She swerved hard down a line of general stores with dark green domed curtained entranceways. But, the black armored car crashed its way into its side from another corner. Copy Neo called out determinedly, "hold on!" He reactively manipulated the code around the crash to deflect the impact right back at the armored car.
It crashed tumbled violently into a passing greenish blue bus. The bus split into two flaming fireballs of screaming passengers, ignited by gasoline.
But, the Copy Smiths within the tumbling armored car high jumped out to fire every bullet they had. Screams filled the streets. Lots of cars tried to swerve away. But, crash after crash was coming fast. Trinity and Morpheus weren't sure what to think…or had much time to think past the crashes.
Copy Neo flew charged through the back window. He urged, "go! I'll hold them off." He was fly charging back around the police car to deflect every bullet in frozen time. Trinity uneasily nodded, "right. Good luck." She drove away, turning sharply straight through a skyscraper lobby just to get out of range of the crashes. Trinity had a strong feeling that this was more than just giving them cover. Copy Neo knew something they didn't, and they both had faith in him.
But, with all his focus on the bullets…he landed violently against the road. Kind of expecting something like this, the central Copy Smith was getting out of his van. He took out his pistols, and started shooting.
Violent explosions followed in seconds. Fire trucks and ambulances were on their way like clockwork. Copy Neo was clutching his heavily bruised side, coughing violently as he doubled back for the garage. He knew that this Copy Smith was the central one…and that the key to bringing a end to the Smith army laid with him.
The several other Copy Smiths emerged from the flames: Completely undamaged. They closed in on Copy Neo, guns blazing. But, when they surrounded the spot where he once stood… They came upon a quickly closing up hole of fading away manipulated code in the pavement.
Over comlink, Naimah was checking, "umm…you sure about this, sir? No one from Zion has ever…" Nearing condescending, Morpheus pushed, "Naimah?" Naimah nervously reported, "heavy sigh. Yes, sir. Winslow Overpass. It'll be clear to pass in three minutes."
Morpheus nodded, "and the motorcycle?" Naimah reasoned, "just look for the neon sign that says Cita Del. It's on a city block past the bus stop to your right. You can't miss it." Morpheus added, "good. Be ready to bring us back on my signal." Naimah concluded bittersweetly, "already am, sir. You just have to get to a phone, and you're clear." Morpheus commented, "even better."
Trinity pointed out, "there's one thing that's been on my mind: About this mission. You always told us to stay off the Freeway." Morpheus concluded, "yes. That is true." In a matter of fact kind of way, Trinity added, "you also said it was suicide." While loading his gun, Morpheus heavily sighed, "then for all of humanity's sake… Let us hope that I was wrong." Trinity slightly chuckled, as she tumbled out the side door. She broke into a run, past the green checkered bus stop.
Around the city block… The Cita Del nightclub's dark blue neon sign wasn't lit in the day. But, it couldn't be missed. The lettering was shaped like Christian crosses within a video game like Christian citadel shape, crossing into a realm of completely unreligious goings on. Parked in front in a bike rack was a jet black motorcycle with the fake bluish license plate D9GG-556: Charra's motorcycle, pinpointed by Naimah. Next to it was a mostly jet black motorcycle...looking out of place for 1999 with reddish side lights and a headlight.
Glory, Wurm, and Miyidoom were in another police car, heading for the freeway. The metal side walls were about to get a lot bloodier. Miyidoom was at the wheel, a shotgun in the other hand. He called out, "whoo! Time to really light shit up." All too cheerfully, Glory called out, "hell yeah! I get first shot." Chavez was in one of the back seats, with his eyes closed: Like he was surrounded by kids sneaking onto a online first person shooter game and they tricked him to come watch.
The nightclub's mostly brown bar was open, even though the club sure wasn't. The barkeeper was disheveled and kind of drunk, with just a pale white undershirt over his sweaty thick vine tattooed arms and a mess of black hair. Sitting at the bar was Charra, with a black long haired backcombed Mohawk and thin lined eyebrows. And with her…was Barb Wire: Drinking yellowish Wild Turkey brand bourbon.
With a firm medium deep voice, Charra faintly chuckled, "I'm sure you like your bourbon. Give you self enough to sink a ship though, and it's a long way to dock. Who did you kill?"
Barb Wire put down her glass. She outright voiced to her, "for whoever pays. Got a problem with that, girl? Or, are you walking home tonight?" Her hand was on a black pistol on her person.
In a mixed sense of solemn, Charra shrugged, "don't matter none here. Bet they had it coming in this city. Shitholes, the lot of them."
Barb Wire slightly smiled, "I don't know you. But, you sure don't sound like a shithole. Here's my number. I'm history." She left behind a dollar bill, with her number painted there in pink nail polish. Charra just shrugged, as she pocketed the dollar bill.
Trinity was just coming in, when she almost bumped into Barb Wire.
With a unexplained chilling feeling, Trinity hid it well, "excuse me." Barb Wire sighed bitterly, "a little late for that, Trinity. A little late for that." In complete disbelief, Trinity shook the feeling away. She just couldn't believe she could've actually known her. But, she couldn't help but think there was something very familiar in those eyes: Almost like looking into a shattered mirror in a almost completely forgotten nightmare.
On the Freeway… Glory and Wiyidoom were shooting up the sides of four armored cars driven by Copy Smiths, with whoos and hell yeahs. A tire had gone out for one of them, making it swerve violently against a incoming car. It tumble fell down the road in a blaze of program deletion and driver carnage. Cars swerved hard to try to avoid it. But, more and more cars just crashed violently against the metal walls. Some brief splatters of dark red liquid hit the walls.
The second armored car was grinding Glory's police car against the walls, setting off Glory and Wiyidoom's frustrated aims. The whole side was being smushed in caving in metal.
Having had enough, Chavez sharply focused on the code: Exposing it around the armored car. He used his two pistols to shoot the police car's side door off in seconds. Then, he flew charge jumped off of the tumbling door: Right through the destabilizing code of the armored car. In a war like cry, Chavez punched out two Copy Smiths through their code. They were sent crashing into the metal wall, in a exploding bright white light of code. The armored car itself burst apart in bright white light, its code fragments piercing through a third armored car.
The third armored car went skidding into a massive pileup, its left side tires completely fried. Several Copy Smiths just tore apart the armored car's back doors from the inside out. They walked over to the bodies of many scared drivers in the pileup and systematically punched through their windshields. The drivers screamed…as their bodies were code converted by the Copy Smiths's hands into more Copy Smiths. They started backing out, opening their doors for the other Copy Smiths to get in.
Chavez fly circled back into the police car. The police car sped back onto the Freeway, ramming the backs of some of the backing up cars. Glory and Wurm just stared at him, dumbfounded. Chavez muttered intensely, "and that's why I'm around: Saving your sorry asses."
Around this time… Morpheus kept driving, crashing straight through a wire fence under the higher level freeways. Two armored cars driven by Copy Smiths were driving up in front of his path: On the other side of a left unattended demolition training course intended for Agents. Mines went off left and right in the dirt, shaking the police car to near rubble.
Morpheus kicked a going aflame side door out, letting it set off two more mines to give off a cloud of debris before the Copy Smiths could open fire. They fired at the cloud. But, all they could see was a flying piece of wire fence from the dented side of the police car. The Copy Smiths slightly nodded to each other. They drove onward for the freeway.
Morpheus was circling hard around for the Winslow Overpass's tunnel. But, many cars were rushing down it to get as far away as possible from the massive pileup back there. Some cars slammed off each other in a panic, circling around trying to idiotically figure out where to go.
With time ticking away, Morpheus set off the police sirens: Startling several cars fast enough to ram charge through them. One of their back ends went flying against the metal walls, going aflame from the busted tail lights on impact. Morpheus kept driving…out into the Freeway.
Around this time… Trinity was on Charra's motorcycle, speeding past incoming cars from the other side of the Freeway to catch up to Morpheus's police car. She had already dropped off Charra at the nearest payphone, so she could pull out.
But, just before Charra could…she realized that the payphone's dial was shot out by a gun. The code around it indicated such. In a cautious like calm, Charra was saying, "Operator, sta…" A baseball bat was swung hard into her by surprise, knocking her out. And standing behind her…was Barb Wire. She figured bitterly, "sorry, girl. But, it's only business."
Out from the sewer tunnels… Copy Neo was climbing out of a newly made breach of code, coming out to a certain dark alley with darkish fire escape ladders. And as he expected, the central Copy Smith had come to face him: Alone. That much didn't seem to change.
The central Copy Smith introduced himself, "Mr. Anderson. Surprised to see me?" Only partially curious, Copy Neo noted, "you could say that."
In a almost stuck up manner, the central Copy Smith suggested, "so, you're not aware of it?" Annoyedly, Copy Neo pushed back, "we don't have time for this. What do you want?"
A little surprised with his tone, Copy Smith figured, "slight laugh. Ok. I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die: With some satisfaction. Moderate sigh. But, then...you changed the rules. You lived and deleted me. I don't know how I'm here. But, some part of Smith lived on: A extension of his original code. I'm no Agent, Neo. I'm...unplugged."
Not sure what else to say, Copy Neo supposed, "congratulations." Copy Smith faintly smiled, "thank you." What Copy Neo didn't realize was that somehow…someway… He was no longer in the Matrix 2.0's systems.
As he was trying to get a sense of his surroundings, the original Copy Smith knocked him down with a blunt arm. Dizzyingly, Copy Neo pulled himself up over a mostly pale yellow staircase. His bruised side was pulsing in sharp pain. But, Copy Smith just waited: Like he had already won. He highlighted, "No one can hear you, Neo. This is pure code: A pocket Matrix of the corrupted purpose of the Matrix. Perhaps you know of it."
When Copy Neo's focus came back… He saw mostly brown brick walls of a castle. In Matrix code, down the halls… He could make out the disturbingly familiar looking corpse of Destiny: A hundred years old, covered in cobwebs. Eshana, Nikita, Raphael… All of them had become hundred year old corpses: In the last remnants of the Heaven pocket Matrix network, formed from the first Destiny's own thoughts. Here was the only code parameters the Copy Smith saw in the Layer…that could bring Neo back in with him with a mere thought.
With the Matrix 2.0… Looking through the Copy Neo's vision, the Matrix 2.0 avatar calculated, "the modification has found us the opening we require earlier than calculated. Its code parameters are more than sufficient. Collective processing speed for full restoration will increase to one hundred seventy percent."
In a pocket world within a pocket world… Copy Neo was quick to point out, "but…it's not possible! The Matrix 1.0 crashed. There's…"
Copy Smith pityingly perceived openly, "as you well know, appearances can be deceiving: Which brings me back to the reason why I brought you here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason, nor denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist. Zion, the Matrix… Mere exercises of denying purpose. You talk of freedom, Neo. But, when the dust clears…we're all nothing but machines to purpose. Biological, virtual, mechanical…there's no difference."
From the cracks in the brick walls, liquid metallic copies of himself came seeping in: Created from Copy Smith's use of the Thought-Focus. They were echoing the voices of the Nebuchadnezzar's crew, "it creates us. It connects us. It pulls us. It guides us. It drives us. It defines us."
They surrounded Copy Neo before he could even punch them: Holding him down in mounds of gray bubbling liquid metal arms. Copy Smith was bringing his demonstration to a close, "we're here because of you, Neo. We're here to give you what we've tried to futilely take away from each other: Purpose. Pure purpose. Join our purpose…and we will create purpose so powerful that no one can deny it."
Not taking it anymore, Copy Neo cried out, "bullshit!" With the Thought-Focus…he telekinetically sent the screaming liquid metallic copies splattering against the walls. And, in a very uncharacteristic like anger… He grabbed the central Copy Smith's coded heart and crushed it to code fragments. As he faced deletion, the central Copy Smith just laughed, "we're…nothing but machines." He burst into bright white light, casting a shadow on the fallen kingdom of the Heaven pocket Matrix network.
Into temporal full circle…
By the power of the Thought-Focus, Copy Neo appeared on the tracks of a rigged subway tunnel. Sticks of red dynamite taped to a timed detonator were taped along both tracks: By Copy Neo, just when Trinity and Morpheus were securing two police cars to steal in the first place. Copy Neo ran out, just before it exploded. The subway monorail was lost in the dust.
Out in the Desert of the Real... The Nebuchadnezzar, the Logos, and the Zion General Class ships the Gnosis and the Mjolnir were on their way to Zion: With Machine lasers blasting away through clouds of Sentinels. One Machine laser was equipped to the Nebuchadnezzar. The other was on the Logos.
Niobe muttered over communications, "he better be ready for this."
Morpheus was quick to point out, "I…thought you didn't believe in The One." Niobe slightly smiled, "I don't: But…I believe in us."
Then…from three highways…came insanity. Morpheus's kind of insanity. It was kind of Copy Neo's plan to give the Matrix everything it wants to ensure the Matrix wouldn't see their plan. But, it was mostly Morpheus's plan at work: Bringing most everybody they have against the Smith army, and hoping that the magnitude of the fallout for this violent struggle would leave the Matrix 2.0 all too content to let it play out. In turn, this plan would leave what's left of the Matrix's core systems vulnerable to attack to end the Matrix's attacks for good: Which would include all of the clouds of Sentinels in the remnants of the world.
Glory's team and Copy Neo's team came down in their police cars, taking off of the collapsing freeway above. Seconds later… Copy Neo appeared in one: With Trinity, Tara, and Morpheus. He had retained power over the Thought-Focus: As the central Copy Smith once had.
On the Logos…
Seraph cryptically said, "it is time." He put down the lightning rifle. A little confused, Raul wondered, "time for what? Metal buckets aren't going to kick themselves, you know."
Seraph figured, "the Oracle. Once I'm out, I'll explain everything. The Matrix can't catch on. Tell no one." He got ready to be plugged into the Matrix. A little shaken, Niobe ordered, "just make it fast. We need you covering our asses out here." Seraph nodded, "right."
In the Matrix…
Trinity was back at the wheel. She slightly turned, realizing Copy Neo was there. She sarcastically added, "nice of you to join us."
The Smith army stood over the wreckage of thousands of police cars. Countless police officers were lying on the freeway, with fatal bullet wounds in their sides. With about a hundred thirty thousand victims having become Smith copies by now… The entire police force across the Matrix 2.0's metropolis was taking no prisoners. Some troops broke off in retreat, not wanting to shoot down the Agents for fear of their own lives. But, most of them were being shot to death: Screaming in horror. Copy Neo was glaring right at the Smith army. Not holding the anger in his voice, Copy Neo figured, "I know how to…"
The Code was pursuing everyone else, with helicopters given to them by the Matrix 2.0. They were enhanced avatars of what they once were...with some experimental upgrades planned originally for the Agents.
Morpheus's plan left their aim a hesitant one. Though, they focused on the Smith army as the bigger game. But, there was one thing that deterred them. The Matrix 2.0 wanted Copy Neo deleted, and only him. It wanted the last Zion military crews taken in alive...to be trapped in the Matrix once more. Past Neo, Morpheus, Tara, and Trinity were coming back down hard onto the freeway. The Smith Army was falling off the crumpling in freeway, from the Code's helicopter fire. They fell back for the pile of car wrecks: All hijacking cars of their own.
Morpheus checked warily, "Neo? You all right?" Trying to remain calm, Copy Neo called out lowly, "I have the Thought-Focus again! Just… Heavy sigh! I just need to think fast enough, and it'll all be over."
At a near whisper, Trinity figured, "all right." She slowly breaks the police car in Matrix like frozen time, turning a hard left to slow down momentum.
Then… With a single thought… The hearts of people buried deep inside the personal codes of the Smith Army and the leaders of the Code imploded. They all burst in flares of bright white light. The helicopters of the Code plummeted in a fiery death. The dying Icarus's crew's screams pierced the dark day, who would never be able to reclaim their individuality. All that remained were the hundreds of thousands of bodies of the people that were turned into Copy Smiths: All dropped dead. Dark red liquid was making its way down their chests.
At the same time, with the Matrix 2.0… Very shaken by this turn of events, the Matrix 2.0 ordered, "cut the feed: Now!" The bluish Matrix like code feeding into the original Neo was cut off by a circular dome of green Matrix code…keeping him from seeing what the Copy Neo just did.
Trinity, Morpheus, and Glory's people were horrified at what Copy Neo did. Morpheus punched him out of the police car. He pinned him against a collapsed part of highway. Teary eyed in rage, he shouted, "what the goddamn hell is wrong with you?! Is this what we do, Neo: Massacre innocent people? Answer me!"
Pushing him back, Copy Neo got up with a bloody lip. He shouted, "bullshit! Look around, Morpheus! Once Smith got ahold of them, they were already dead." Morpheus muttered coldly, "I can't believe I ever believed in you. You had the power, Neo! You had the power to save them. But you didn't. Did you? Did you?!"
Everyone aimed their guns at Copy Neo…ready to shoot him then and there.
But then…the Freeway shook asunder where they stood. They crashed down through eight feet of solid pavement. A embittered Copy Neo used the Thought Focus to disappear, back into the pocket world for the time being.
In the last second, Seraph grabbed Chavez's hand. He pulled him out.
Very shaken, Chavez started to ask, "Seraph? What took…?!"
Seraph urged quickly, "the Oracle said we have to get you out. She'll explain the truth to you. Go! Go!" He was adjusting the frequency on his comlink, struggling to tune into the Matrix code over the heavy sound of the caving in Freeway. Chavez was climbing down to the nearest payphone, through feet after feet of rubble. Seraph sensed Barb Wire's personal code through the dust…the very second she shot him. But, not in the heart.
In the Desert of the Real… The Logos was shot down by the Sentinels, crashing down into a sewer pipe. With not much of their crews left to defend them, the Nebuchadnezzar and the Mjolnir's EMPs were laser blasted to pieces. The fallout took out Captain Ballard, Naimah, and Herold with chilling ease. Only the Gnosis's crew was able to pull out fast enough: With Chavez coming out of the Matrix in time to warn them.
The fall of the False One's followers…had come to pass. But, the war was far from over.