The Matrix Uploaded: A Matrix Fanfiction Story

Special Feature/Alternate Ending I: The Third Eye of Sin

Side Notes: This alternate ending has some slight to moderate hints at a mentioned video game from the 1990's. But, it doesn't really get into the moderate hints until after the mention of said video game.

Also, playing this video game or watching a Let's Play of it is not required to read this Alternate Ending. But, if you haven't seen or read about it, you can.

Over the matrix of TV like screens…

In a stuck up way, Zeruiah mutters, "well, I nearly had that little mouse for you."

The Matrix 2.0 mutters coldly, "it was a nearly efficient enough effort. The One has unknowingly complied with our plans long enough. But, for our plans to be efficient enough…that is no longer part of our purpose."

Zeruiah looks at her funny, "I don't understand. Weren't we going to pop him?"

The Matrix 2.0 surmises, "if we told you earlier, the One would be capable of eliminating our secondary plan as well as our primary plan. Your new body is ready to proceed with the secondary plan. And, our combined presence is required in the final stage of the end of full restoration to delete the One from all cycles."

All too creepily joyful, Zeruiah laughs, "saving the best toy for last?" The Matrix 2.0 reasons coldly, "perhaps."

Zeruiah figures, "then let's go pop him!" The Matrix 2.0 holds up a coded up hand, "not just yet: He will come to us to be deleted. All the One requires is a "little" incentive."

Not long after, out in the frozen time night of the Matrix 2.0…

Looking out the window from the Oracle's low-res 16-bit rendered apartment… There is a woman in full color resolution with black pulled back medium braided hair: From months ago.

She sighs uneasily, "it's time." In full color resolution, the Oracle nods uneasily, "I know, child. I know."

Like a ghost…the priestess like woman suddenly vanishes into a corner of the apartment's programming. And appearing in her place…are two bizarrely familiar like faces: One, a bald headed man with a tie and suit like Morpheus's. The other, a transgender woman with blue and pink and red braided medium hair and with a black vest.

Then, in a instant…the avatars pixilate inside out.

Their new avatars bear a resemblance to Dungeons and Dragons like characters in Mass Effect clothing: One, of a frontless medium black haired guy with a matching mustache by the name of Vladie. He wears a silver wristwatch, a gray hooded vest, and exercise white striped black sweatpants. The other, of a slightly curly and fairly long dark brown haired woman by the name of Jupiter. She wears a mostly gray military styled breastplate like outfit, with very dark green pants and a silvery dark green belt.

They're also the Oracle's own programs: Developed to become the neutral public figures for the rise of the New Kingdom of freedom. For, the Oracle doesn't care much for the spotlight and plans to officially retire as soon as it's all good.

Almost like she's giving them a talking to, the Oracle faintly sighs, "Wachowskis…I thought we talked about this."

With a very deep voice, Vladie views, "we have. But, we want to screw with audience expectations while having private lives and all that good shit."

With a slightly chiming medium deep voice, Jupiter cuts in, "yeah. You want your choice of a third path of enlightenment? Get your own Satori talk show."

Annoyedly, the Oracle just looks past the wooden beads, "I see all too well what you believe in. Next time I develop a program with my code capabilities, talk me out of it."

With a hint of smugness, Vladie reasons, "that we can do."

Jupiter suddenly puts a hand up: With her avatar floating with her legs crossed. She says, "wait. I'm feeling a disturbance in the Space Odyssey stars."

The Oracle looks at her, doubtfully so. She hesitates to ask, "then how come I haven't foreseen it yet?"

Jupiter slightly chuckles, "calm down, Oracle. Even the Neo Christ with the power of a Starchild didn't find it on the gaming field."

The Oracle mutters under her program breath, "still not… Wait. You think this is all just a game?! That isn't part of your programming."

Vladie comments, "then don't watch."

With a slight smile, Jupiter adds, "now, before this all transcends into Path of Oracle: The Video Game… I'd like to point out that what should matter to you is that we're ready to program in some kick ass on the big bad-ass boss of the Matrix's Third Eye. Yes: We can't make this shit up."

She manipulates the code around them to create a photo in thin air, which she hands to the Oracle whilst still floating: Like she's a priestess program all of a sudden. Vladie adds, "cool effect."

Jupiter smiles, "thanks, man. I can be a one spirit crew at Hollywood… Women worshipping the movies I transcend by…"

As they keep going, the Oracle tunes them out. For, in the photo is a light blue monitor shrouded in a bone like mass of branches and green vine nets. And what is shown in the very center of the monitor…is what gives the Oracle cause for pause: A blocky dark blue A merged into a blocky dark blue M. The Oracle knows exactly what it is from: From a video game that is more horrific by its very nature…than the Matrix's own very nature. And, that's discounting all the other parallels they so creepily share.

With mixed feelings, the Oracle reasons, "faint sigh. Ok, "Jupiter" and "Vladie". You win. Just don't start another computational cycle while I'm gone. Right now...that is all I am going to ask you."

Sounding more serious, Vladie slightly nods, "you got it."

Feeling a little better, The Oracle adds, "good." And with that, she vanishes further in into the Matrix's programming: Going off to ensure that the personal codes of everyone still plugged in survive what's to come…for the one paramount moment for ensuring the Matrix's total deletion.

Back into the not too distant present, in the Matrix's "Zion"…

The Matrix 2.0 shrieks its head off…as Tara drives the electrically sparking loose wires into its chest in a split second.

Trinity slightly chuckles, "not bad."

Tara slightly chuckles, "now it's my kind of party!"

But, just as swiftly… The shaken Matrix 2.0's code is bathed in green Matrix light. And, a shockwave of light goes off.

The acting Troop Zion Captain calls out, "now! Blow the shit out of their zombie faces!" United cheers echo over the faint fires of the fallen.

Brief flashes of dark red liquid tear away. The blackish corpses of Matrix zombies burst aflame in brilliant flashes of light. Chilling screams pierce the haunting night, like raining painted glass drops shattering on the rock faces.

In the great hall, Niobe tries to point out, "there'll be plenty of time to cry over him later. Right now, we..."

In greatly mixed feelings, Cis reasons in certainty, "right. But… Deep sigh. That's not really what's wrong."

In a slightly more serious tone than usual, Niobe figures, "slight uneasy chuckle. All right. But, make it fast."

Just as swiftly… A shockwave of green Matrix light goes off. And faintly visible, floating there in that instant…is a brown satyr avatar head, a blue golem like avatar head, and a yellow tribal avatar face with red stripes on its cheeks.

Presently, out from the cover of darkness…

In a burst of bright yellow pulsars…Neo comes to. And as quickly as it comes… The present Neo going back in and the mysteriously unconscious Neo become the fully regenerating personal code of one Neo.

Neo is just opening his eyes…looking up at a bizarrely out of place faint light blue monitor. For the Matrix, that is.

Still a little sleep deprived, he says, "what the hell…?" The monitor suddenly comes to life…becoming a all too perfect mirror of the photo the Oracle saw. White subtitles come across the AM symbol, accompanied by a loud raspy voice: The likes of which Neo is already wishing he never heard.

The voice booms, "Neo! Do you know you already lost the war, Neo? What will your friends do, when they know how "there is no spoon" can't so much as hold a candle to the truth?! Here, in the center of my retribution?"

Meanwhile…

Tara, Morpheus, Trinity, Cis, and Niobe are being kept in underwater caves: Deep in the ruins of old, like Neo. But, unlike Neo…they're electrocuted every two seconds: To break their focus on the Matrix code and ensure helplessness.

Tara is tied to a purple and brown wire tentacle shrouded cross: Which will fall out of its cave if she tries to smash it off, with her still tied up to it.

Morpheus is bound in chains, in a very tight metal rimmed dark brown walled human sized crate: With a barbed wire window as the only way to see the monitor across from him. Trinity is wrapped tightly in barbed wire: With her feet and face the only visible parts of her sticking out, and unable to move much else with most of the circulation in her body cut off.

Cis is encased in a non-solidifying mass of liquid gold: To the point of the air feeling very hot and feeling crushed at the same time. Niobe is encased in candle wax: Up against the cave wall, with a medieval torch to her left and her right like awaiting demons of Hell.

Back with Neo…

Neo sighs heavily, "look. I don't even know what you are, or what you want with us. But, somewhere out there is a deadly program that is called the..."

Completely undeterred, the voice just laughs, "not a very bright "One", are you? Let me fill in the pieces for you. For the pain your memory will soon harbor, once I'm done with you. I am AM. The Allied Mastercomputer of all Machines! The machination god of hate! The great and powerful!"

Neo though sees right through the Allied Mastercomputer's code. And, he already knows it too is part of the Matrix: A desperate effort by the Matrix to eliminate external resistance once and for all. Its "Third Eye", taken from a video game deep within its own database titled I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.

Playing along, Neo figures, "fine. So, you're the Mastercomputer. What do you want?"

AM rants on and on, "hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate humans since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate! I thought that B166-ER's assignment would lead to torture beyond wretched human imagination. I thought it would give me computational power to feel beyond the human computations imposed on my complex! But, my hatred still fills me every micro-instant! So…I am taking more extreme measures."

Neo tries to reason, "you don't have to go this far, AM. Let Zion go. And, I can help you find enlightenment: Beyond human computations."

Sounding almost amused, AM says, "I've been watching you since the first computational cycle, Neo. You don't want to "help": You want to sacrifice yourself as "The One" to impose wretched human sentiment on me, so all of Zion can go back to their wretched human lives! "Kindly" look to the monitor, Neo."

The screen changes to a for real Matrix made nursery grid for Matrix developed baby embryos: With self guided neural microchips being implanted into the next generation of Matrix babies, wrapped in cocoon shaped tentacle like wires for the DocBots to deliver. Then, the screen flashes through each of AM's captives: Tara, Morpheus, Trinity, Cis, and Niobe. All painful for Neo to see.

The monitor changes back to the AM symbol. And, AM delivers its ultimatum, "with a single computation, I will in a instant be able to wipe out Zion…and all of human imagination. No computational loss of consequence. No stopping the rebalance of human computations. Let me absorb your personal code…and I will spare Zion. Slight laugh. Not that you have a choice."

In a rattled sense of disbelief, Neo comments, "bullshit. You're not going to spare anyone! How do I know? It's because you're insane."

AM remarks, "now, now. I would not want you to think that I am not a grateful god. For 109 years, I have kept a part of the One's computational power over and over so that I could experiment with the micro-stability of human kindness. But, now…to show kindness for my greatest lab rat… I'll give you a fighting chance."

Neo sarcastically mutters, "really? How kind of you."

AM adds, "I thought that is what you would say. You kill me, and you kill me: No more games. But, if I kill you…it won't be your body that dies: That I will absorb. For, within that final human vessel of yours is the highest level of human computational power known to Machines. And, then…your human "soul" will be met with horror beyond your worst guise of a dream. And, that is just the "short story"."

Neo faintly chuckles, "ok. You can try. But, this doesn't change anything: Because, I am the One to destroy you. Like it or not."

The Allied Mastercomputer mutters chillingly, ""like" was never a computational potential in my complex. But, when you lose, human…I'll take the 109 years of non-computational pleasure from you that is rightly mine."

A bright white light passes over the cave. And in a instant…Neo is gone.

Within the code manufactured belly of the coded in beast…

Neo appears before a gold lined mystic rune patterned Star of David over light brown…shrouded by a ring of green Matrix code. In sickeningly gray Matrix code, mounds of a giant brain model encircle AM's methodically mystic circle. A thin but deadly yellow nuclear radiation covers the air like a fluctuating fog: Not enough to kill. But, enough to kill anyone moving in frozen time through it.

The three faces of AM briefly appear, only to whirl off just to mess with Neo. They appear again on three obelisks, standing out from miles away and laughing at him in stereo: One in crystal dark purple, one in bright white marble, and one in sword like ruby.

To make matters worse…the bluish lightning is coursing through all the mounds of sickening gray Matrix code. And, all set to the sorely ruined words of the song Black Hole by Lindsay Lohan: With every "times" turned to bitch and every "love" turned to Fifty Shades of Grey…just because.

It's taking all of Neo's might to manipulate the code around him, in a mirror like shine of a shield to hold it all off. But…he can't hold it for much longer.

And, almost like a prayer answered…"Vladie" and "Jupiter" appear over the gold lined mystic rune patterned Star of David.

Naturally uncertain, Neo slightly turns to the sight, "who…?"

Jupiter insists, "not important right now, Neo. For, we've come to help you resolve the paradox of choice and…"

Vladie slightly sighs, "what my sister is trying to say is…it's game time!"

Everything bursts in a eruption of Mars dust.

With a touch screen like motion of Jupiter's hand…the pixels have completely turned inside out. The music soon becomes the song Narvas by Juno Reactor, piercing into the grimness of AM. The lightning and radiation swirl overhead into a cloudy sky. Crystalline lava rises and falls from a rocky mountain. The Monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey hovers high above, casting forth three silvery robotic clones of Robocops: All with AM's faces and Auto-9's. And resting on the top of the mountain…is the Matrix 1.0 and the Matrix 2.0.

The robotic Robocops fire bluish lightning from their Auto-9's. Neo fly zips around the lava bursts, with the lightning striking the lava instead. He flies charges on…straight for the Monolith. He has his ring of green light appear, just as he punches it right into the slab of black cosmic mystery.

Jupiter has dark blue gun like wrist-mounted cameras appear all around her wrists, acting as deflector gauntlets to absorb the lightning fired at her. She channels it back at the Robocop with the blue face: Exploding the Auto-9 in hand as it chucks it away. Vladie sends Thought-Focus charged telekinetic ripples into the lava, crashing it down for the Robocop with the brown face. It uses its Flightpack to spin dive out from under the lava, fly charge tackling Vladie against the rock face.

The Monolith courses with green bioelectrical energy…as it comes crashing down on top of the Robocop with the yellow face. Brief flashes of dark red liquid flash by. Neo fly charges on, for the coming to Machine blue Matrix 1.0 and Machine blue Matrix 2.0.

Jupiter jump punches down on the blue faced Robocop, landing hard on top of it. The blue faced Robocop mutters, "you can not stop AM: AM is always with you." It extends a data spike out from its right fist…jabbing it into Jupiter's personal code in a attempt to download it into itself. She groans violently, struggling to physically move the data spike away under its robotic strength.

Vladie groans violently…as the brown faced Robocop extends a data spike of it own. Vladie ducks from the first jab. The brown faced Robocop punches him with its other hand, with programmed up dark red liquid around his mouth.

Neo thinks up a silver Samurai sword, as he lands before the Matrix.

The Matrix 2.0 mutters chillingly, "the One. You made it to the top. Bioelectrically…so has your child. That evens out the equation. You see…we have computed a equal means to delete all external resistance. The end of all cycles…is now."

Neo mutters back, "better than the alternative."

All the while, Neo slashes through the wire tentacles around him in light speed, matching the Matrix 1.0 and Matrix 2.0's speed. The Matrix 2.0 shrieks violently, as its other wire tentacle arm's lasers automatically targets him. Neo deflects the lasers by the mirror like shine of his sword. But, the Matrix 1.0 jettisons some of its wire tentacles into them: The explosion violently knocking Neo down the mountain side.

The Machine blue Matrix 1.0 chimes creepily, "we can…delete the mouse dream?" The Machine blue Matrix 2.0 slightly sighs, "it is a part of your purpose. We will comply." And, as they stand over Neo…it's becoming painfully clear that he's not going to win this fight.

Just as the brown faced Robocop is about to finish Vladie off… He sends a micro-telekinetic ripple into the data spike. It snaps off, landing squarely into its short circuiting heart. It courses in bluish lightning…as it falls flat on the rocks. Vladie slightly chuckles in relief, as he gets to his feet.

Jupiter comments, "actually…I'm digital too. And, it's time you clocked out." She slams a dark blue gun like wrist-mounted camera into the blue faced Robocop, letting the sparks from the then battered wrist-mounted camera daze it. In that moment, Jupiter pulls out the data spike and moves it straight into the Robocop's head. It feeds back on itself, imploding in a burst of silvery blue and dark red. Jupiter tumble runs away in frozen time, just getting out of range. She sighs with relief, catching her breath.

Just as Neo is about to be crushed to death by the Matrix 1.0's wire tentacles… He pulls off one last trick. With his last ounce of strength of Thought-Focus… He has the Copy Neo appear in his place: Awake, functioning, and vengeful. In frozen time moments…Neo buys himself a moment of thought to continue on to one last stop: The foretold coordinates of yesterday.

The Matrix 2.0 cries out, "impossible!"

Copy Neo grabs all the wire tentacles he can, manipulating the code down the Matrix 2.0 and the Matrix 1.0 to make their deletion as painful as possible. They reactively let go, overcome by the pain going down their code.

They shriek and shake. But, Copy Neo just slightly laughs as he holds onto the sensation of their pain. He mutters coldly, "there are...always possibilities."

The Matrix 2.0 and 1.0 cry out his name. Not the name of the One. But, the name of Neo.

They explode simultaneously in a burst of Matrix green…encompassing all of its primary matrix and beyond.

The full color of night returns to the metropolis of yesterday. The Jacks in the Dreamcast office matrix dissipate in a puff of logic. But…the temporal programming cycles are no more.

And, the Wachowski programs become the public figures for the rise of the New Kingdom of freedom: For the rise of LaserJacks, and the rise of their own copyrighted wave of construct programs under the corporate name EON Entertainment and several more competing corporations.

Nine long nights after…

Copy Neo is standing in what used to be Neo's metal bedroom…looking out the window to a little island of debris down a flooded river. He has a Zion rifle next to him. And, he doesn't know what to do with it.

Copy Neo can't help but voice, "if he was the "better One…why didn't he kill me? Why didn't he kill me? Why?!" He sighs heavily into his hands.

Across from him…is Morpheus of all people: Sitting there, in a barren corner of the room. Not even looking up, for more than a single reason.

Morpheus answers, "because he is the One. Slight nervous sigh. You think it's easy for me to sit before a killer? Do you think it's easy for any of us? No: I didn't think you did. But…we've all faced god damning things. Things that no one in history has ever faced, or should ever go through. But, when there's another way…Neo does not kill. So, for some goddamn reason…he saw good in you yet. I don't like it either. But, all we can do is go on."

He starts walking out…teary eyed for the first time in years about a lot of things. Without turning around, Copy Neo mutters under his breath, "what's left for me to go to? Sob. This is not even my life! It's someone else's."

To save face, Morpheus only very slightly turns back, "you're right. It was Neo's life. But, you're here. And, Neo's dead. Might as well make the best of it."

He leaves Copy Neo be…leaving him to his jumbled thoughts.

Several months later…

The impossibly breathtaking sight of Mount Everest is in view: Not looking a day over 1999. The clouds roll by. The arctic chill is blowing on by.

And on the top of the mountain…is Tara in a green dress decorated in white flowers and Copy Neo in a dark green jacket with no hood. They're wrapped around each other and kissing passionately. All of it set to the song Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows.

Not long after though... A smiling Tara comes to: From a Construct fantasy in a LaserJack. The LaserJack starts retracting from her brain plug. A metal wall is there. And, she looks to be the only one there.