The Matrix Uploaded: A Matrix Fanfiction Story
Chapter 17:
At coordinates 1^06-5^23-4^21-7^16-8^05-0^14…
Neo appears in a faintly familiar yellow bricked classroom…cloaked in bright white light. He can barely make out any light at all. He groans, with his eyes reactively half closed with no strength to shield them.
But, standing in a circle before him… He can see the shadows of the Potentials from months past. Among them is the boy with the spoon, with his very short black hair. They're all in Greek white robes: That is, except for a long black haired girl in a sky bluish robe…and a slightly curly medium golden brown haired girl with a Mystery Science Theater 3000 dvd single styled T-shirt with The Giant Spider Invasion across it in bright red letters. And, he sees the Oracle herself: Standing there, with a vaguely familiar green leaf tinted phone book with City Phone across its binding.
The Potentials are combining all their limited code abilities to sustain Neo's slipping away code: As the Oracle has evidently taught them to.
The Oracle says delicately, "don't try to speak, the One. I know the prophecy has taken shape. Save your dying strength: You're going to need it…for your testament of peace. As I know you want to write out." She manipulates the code around the binding…turning the entire phone book into a user friendly leaf green patterned Dana computer unit. She rests the Dana within arm's reach.
Neo faintly smiles, as a non-verbal thanks. With all the memories of a possible future etched into his memory recall… He types out all the schematics of the Zion Archives in a matter of light speed: Without even so much as glancing out at the thin computer screen, which looks so far away.
And, just as quickly…Neo soon realizes his final words he'll leave behind. He types them out…as the last of the code digits around Neo's body fade into the light.
The One has drawn his last breath: Entering the gates of Heaven for all eternity…so that the rise of the New Kingdom will become one of everlasting freedom.
Into the fateful future of tomorrow…
Out in the Real… There is a lot of clean up to be had. And, a lot of tormentous hurt for hundreds of thousands of people.
The Oracle knows of this. And so, she keeps Neo's final and only testament safe: For when the dust has settled plenty enough.
When the Nebuchadnezzar, the Logos, and the Mjolnr were shot down… The Matrix turned to building red liquid filled pod Jack extensions out of what was left of the ships to sustain the Jack interfaces. But, since there was not much of a system left for any of them…their bodies were all inserted into red liquid filled pods like Machines to hold the Jack interfaces.
And when they awoke…it was the deepest cut of all.
They got some spare clothes, and headed back to Zion to some much needed Zion steam baths. But…none of them feel like celebrating that night. All but Tara, that is. Herold is left feeling oddly high. But, he just goes to sleep when Tara tells him it was her "play".
In light of recent events… There are a lot of Home Jacks being gladly dismantled. There are a lot of Pocket Matrixes being gladly dismantled. Computers and optional LaserJacks will quickly be replacing them all. The LaserJacks are a lot like the digitizing laser from Tron: Only, with a adjustable programmed balance of red pill powder and blue pill powder going down a silver mind reader laser inserted into the brain plug in the head. Or, in some cases, inserted in a black steam dial like device placed where the brain plug would be.
Cheering comes across Zion that night. But…so does much counseling to come in the coming morning.
And, much more counseling sessions for that matter: Even for Zion prisoners that never had so much as a reason to reach back out to Zion…until today. But, Nihaad and Nasrin are not among them: Scarred too much by both sides to so much as set foot on Zion again.
Nine long nights after… Morpheus is standing in his metal bedroom…looking out the window to a barren rock going down a flooded river. He's tempted to pick up his Zion rifle and pull the trigger on himself. But, he doesn't. And behind Morpheus…is Tara walking in.
Morpheus doesn't even turn around. He just states, "Tara… What happened in there… It didn't."
Faintly lightly, Tara shrugs, "sigh. Your loss. But… It's not like the shithead is going steady with me or…"
Morpheus mutters warningly, "Tara…!"
Tara puts up her hands, "all right, all right! Moderate sigh! Had to get it out of my coded up shit somehow though." She walks out, fairly shaken and uneasy about the whole thing. And, Morpheus keeps looking out the window: Teary eyed for the first time in years.
In the first eerie lit bunkers of the mixed colors of tomorrow… Seraph's body and Zee's body are placed in a marble white Zion gas canister, among a hundred and ten bodies of those who died in the Code bombing weeks before. Raul, Niobe, Morpheus, Trinity… Everyone in Zion came to Seraph's and Zee's respective funerals.
Over the past eight days…there has been a lot to mourn for. But, for going forward…there is more to be thankful for.
That night… The Oracle welcomes Trinity to her apartment. For, she knew Trinity was ready to see Neo's final testament. And that soon…so would the rest of the world be.
As Trinity reads Neo's final words…it brings a silent bittersweet tear to her eye. His final words are thus:
Trinity. Heavy sigh. I know you're asking yourself why I left this as my final words, after all has already been said. But…there's something more for me to tell you. And, now is as good a time as any.
Something you're going to find very hard to believe. Something you and all of humankind needs to understand…if we want to wake up to a future with no more borders, boundaries, or war.
If you took away the Matrix's unreal future… Even after what the Matrix did to us… It was a possible future built around my consciousness as well as that of others.
And, all feelings of the Matrix aside… There are people like Chavez's people who can only live again if it's through holodecks.
I'm not sure I quite understand it myself. But, I never asked you to promise anything. And, I'm asking you now: Please. Please don't let these forgotten people stay forgotten.
I hope you…do what…is right.
-Neo
Into the next four months… Nihaad and Nasrin have been staying in the Dreamcast office matrix and then some.
But, most of them all are going on like it all was just a nightmare from Hell: Not the least of which include Nasrin's personal collective and Nihaad's open source hacker sympathizers.
And so, the Oracle passes on the schematics of the Zion Archives to Nihaad and Nasrin: To program the new Constructs of tomorrow.
Hundreds of millions are surprisingly staying in the Matrix 2.0 metropolis of yesterday: With not much of a government left to rebel against. It's becoming sustained by Constructs of its own, underlying the architecture. Rose is among them, too drunk to have much of a care there.
Hundreds of millions more are going out into Zion, too hurt by everything around them to think twice.
And, by contrast...handfuls of thousands in and out of the Matrix 2.0 metropolis are all the more grateful to volunteer to become "enchanted" in Constructs: Even if it means rewriting their memories to do so.
A brokenhearted Cis is tempted to go in with them. But, she can't just look away from the truth that lies in Zion. Or, leave most of her family behind. And so, she stays: With only Niobe as a close friend…after all has been said and done.
Chavez and Glenda have gone in with them…finally at peace. Yet, they haven't elected to have their memories be rewritten. And, with their instrumental help in total deletion of the Matrix…everyone high up in Zion mostly respects this decision.
Charra stays out in Zion. But, she goes in to The Hammerhead to visit Barb Wire from time to time. And sometimes, with Glory and Tara.
Meanwhile… Brando stays behind in the Real: Too weirded out from his experiences in the Matrix to go near the Constructs for very long. But, he's always welcome to visit Chavez and Glenda again and again.
For everyone else who are to become "enchanted"… The Oracle leads the personal code programming necessary to unite their diverse memories under a common setting. And, that setting…is a modern neighborhood where a woman by the name of Sarah Connors lives: Codenamed under megabyte sized files called The Terminator, Judgment Day, Rise of the Machines, and Terminator Genisys.
A file called Terminator Salvation though doesn't make the final cut. And so, Terminator Genisys takes its place.
Seven nights later… It's December of 2199. And after a long time to herself…Naimah is walking down the metallic streets. Just a few blocks away is the entrance to a Construct chamber, booked in her name.
From high above, it looks like a Tron like grid of 32 bit blue and red blocks of computer screens. And, there are matching passive heat signature scanner security locks on their doors.
But inside, it looks like the Roman Baths: With bathtubs full of regularly supplied hormone drops…and constantly regenerating bodies plugged into the Constructs via LaserJacks. And, much to the civil unrest and discomfort of many of Zion's people. With no plastic tubes available…a metal mouthpiece for white semi-transparent gelatinous liquid is in place for every body there. And, a staff of lower level Zion nurses is around 24/7 to monitor the bodies until their eventual deaths.
As Naimah crosses the street…she sees Trinity there. Standing there, in the way. Already knowing the answer, Naimah mutters coldly, "what are you doing here?"
Pityingly, Trinity contends, "goddamnit, Naimah! You really are doing this, aren't you? Even after the hell your "friend" put you through….you still love her."
Naimah mutters back harshly, "I don't expect any of you to understand. Tara didn't. But, she knows better than to be in my way. What makes the Matrix any better than you have been with me anyway? What makes the Matrix any better than her?! You tell me one time…and I'll stay."
Too shocked for words…Trinity goes silent. Naimah concludes, "Yeah. That's what I thought. Goodbye, Trinity." She pushes Trinity aside, continuing to walk down for her Construct chamber.
And, Trinity looks back at her: Teary eyed and hurt. But, determined to keep going.
Into the year 2200… Trinity goes on living, ironically finding a close friend in Brando.
Link goes on living, becoming a good friend to Morpheus and Trinity and a godfather to Dozer's wife's two kids.
Mostly unphased by everything at this point in time… Mockingbird starts going out with Glory. Even sticking around for a few rounds with her and Miyidoom on LaserJacks from time to time.
Niobe gets back together with Morpheus: With Brando as Morpheus's best man, and Cis as Niobe's bridesmaid. Not long after, Morpheus and Niobe go out together with a new Nebuchadnezzar crew: To ensure the Matrix is really gone.
Meanwhile… Zion succeeds in transforming the computer crashed Sentinels into manual driver operated mostly metallic brown driller pods: To survey the land, in growing vibrant hopes of restoring the land from its 198 year old nuclear winter for them to return home to.
And as the Oracle looks out her full resolution apartment window… She thinks to herself, "after a hundred and ninety eight years… After all this time… Everything is beginning to feel right as rain at last."
The Final Revolution in Zion…Or The Start of Spin Off Fanfiction?
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