There was an alien smell that drifted in the air, and fell upon Neo's face. It made him blink with life, and twitch his nose. It was then he began to look around, and realize that he was somewhere new. Not the Asylum, not the usual dream of death and destruction. This place was new, and peaceful. It was imagined was how people lived in the city. It was a small apartment building, and from what he could see the place had only a few rooms. He now sat at the old and busted up leather couch, in the living room where there was an old television set, and blocks and spoons all over the floor, like children had just left without cleaning up their mess.
Neo smiled at it all, before noticing his attire. He stood up, and stretched his arms out to see he was wearing a very long black cloak. He laughed as he twisted his body, and made the coat ends twist and whirl around.
"You can come in now, I'm all done." A voice came from a kitchen.
Neo looked around, to make sure he was the only one there, if this voice wasn't calling someone else, but then again this dream being his that would be silly. Neo pressed on, moving the bead made door, and stepping inside.
And there sat an elderly black woman, smoking a cigarette, with a smile and a look in her eyes that showed she contained knowledge beyond even her old age, and had reached a point of contentment people only reach when they've lived more than one lifetime. She smiled up at Neo, and her peaceful look made him smile back at her.
"Hi, my name's Neo." Neo said, with a little wave.
"I know that, Kid." She laughed.
She blew smoke from her cigarette, and it drifted towards Neo, he shook his head, and blew the smoke away, it smelled awful.
"Sorry, I'll quite next time around." The woman smiled, putting the cigarette out. "Come sit. I made cookies."
The woman pushed a bowl of cookies towards Neo.
"Oh, thank you." Neo grabbed one, and quickly began eating it.
And when the cookie was gone, Neo looked up at the old woman, and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you my grandma?" Neo asked.
The old woman began to laugh.
"Now honey, I know you're very dependent, but for God's shake you can answer that question on your own. Just look at my skin, now look at yours." The old woman laughs. "You're probably the palest white boy I've ever seen, and the bit of Asian in you doesn't help, does give you nice eyes though."
Neo didn't know weather to be offended or flattered.
"You could have adopted me." Neo argued, and the woman smiled.
"I suppose that's true, I could have."
"I've never dreamed of my family before, I was sort of hoping this would be my first time." Neo said.
"Ah, so you know you're dreaming, Kid? That's good, that's good." She nodded.
Then something finally got to Neo.
"Wait. I'm Asian? This explains the love of rice." Neo said.
The old Woman laughed again.
"The time has come, Kiddo."
"Why do you keep calling me kid?"
"Cause when you get to my age, you can call anyone Kid. Now, kid, listen. The time has come."
"For what?" Neo asked.
"For you to begin waking up again. It was hard the first time, I know. In fact it took years, didn't it? But this time around you got to do it faster. You have to wake up, Neo."
"Wake up from what?"
The Old Woman sighed, and shook her head.
"From yourself. You've dealt with these dreams before, that's good, think of it as practice. Now listen, I know you don't remember me, but I remember you greatly, Neo. I know you can do this. I can see it."
"You can see it?"
"I can see into the future, Kiddo."
"Like an Oracle?"
"And someday you will be able to see it as well. Just look at your name, Neo, if you stare at it long enough, you'll see something."
"The future?"
"You still think too small, like you used to, Neo. No, not just the future. You'll be able to see it, see everything. You've got the gift in you, Neo. It just needs to be woken up. Know thyself, Neo."
"I do know myself, my name is Neo."
"Ah, but you don't, do you know your past? Your future?"
Neo opened his mouth, ready to give out an excuse for not knowing, explaining that he had been trying for a very long time, and was beginning to make up stories for his past. But Neo quickly closed his mouth, knowing it wouldn't be a good enough answer. He didn't know what to say, usually he did, he just didn't say much because Smith was very good at talking, and didn't let Neo speak much. But this time, Neo had nothing to say. He couldn't get his head around it, this lady, she spoke in riddles and circles.
Neo shook his head.
"It is time Neo, to wake up once again." She said.
"Will it hurt?"
"It is worth the pain, I think."
Neo frowned.
"How do I wake up?"
"You ask the question."
"What question?"
"I can't stay any longer, Neo. I have to go, I'm sorry, Kiddo, all I bring is bad news sometimes…"
That is when the kitchen began to fade away into the dark, and the woman now had a worried look on her face, and she kept looking behind her as if something were about to grab her.
"No, you can't leave…" Neo said. "You haven't answered my question!"
"Some questions I cannot answer, Neo. Some you must answer on your own. This is my choice, Neo. I have to go. You have a choice too Neo. You may choose how you wake up from this dream, how you see the new world."
The walls were covered in black, and the woman now entirely looked behind her, moving around in her chair. Neo looked around fearful of this spreading dark, as it began to creep up his chair and onto the table. The cookie in his hand soon began to disappear and he dropped it onto the floor where it was lost forever.
"Wait, what about my friend, what about Smith!"
"As you awake so shall he, but to a different world."
"What do you mean?"
"His sight is not your sight, he shall remain blind." She said as the darkness spread around her face.
"How can I make him see!"
"You cannot."
"Of course I can! I have to! Oracle, grandma! Wait! Don't leave me!"
"Some things, Kiddo, some things just cannot change."
"He can change! He has a choice! I will give him one!"
By then she was now gone in the dark, and Neo stood there alone, looking around himself, and seeing nothing but the dark.
"Come back! Oracle!" Neo yelled.
Neo reached out his hand to where she once was, reaching in the blind dark. Black, black, black, black, the world was now black.
Then something grabbed Neo, and emerging from the darkness was an Agent. It pulled Neo closer, and grabbed his neck with the speed of lightning, and before Neo could stop him, he was squeezing his neck.
But in his moment of gasping for air, he tried to wake up, and stared at the horror. It was not an Agent who was choking him, but Smith.
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Smith was already awake, watching Neo sleep. He was sitting at the edge of Neo's bed, leaning on the wall, and looking straight forward. Neo was panting as he looked up to see Smith. Smith slowly turned towards him, with an expressionless face.
"You were talking in your sleep again." Smith said.
Neo nodded, and bit his lower lip, and it was silent.
"Come on." Smith rose to his feet.
"Where are you going?"
"We've lost sight of our main objective, allowing things to get in the way. Remember, why we are here. We are here to find ourselves, our past, our lives. We must go the Library. Research."
There was no urgency in his voice, no fear, or despair. It was just Smith's voice, stuck in this monotony of his. Neo looked up, almost fearfully up at Smith. Smith looked back wondering what was taking so long.
"We can get some food if you want." Smith says.
Was the fight over?
Wasn't Smith still angry with him?
He should be angry with him. Smith should be angry with Neo. Smith stared at Neo, with an empty expression, and empty eyes. No anger, no hate, no resentment, just blue eyes staring at him. But they were yelling at each other hours before. Neo made Smith feel something he never should feel. Neo hurt Smith, and now Smith…
Smith felt nothing.
"No…no, it's okay." Neo nodded, pushing his covers away, and grabbing his shoes.
Smith opened the door for Neo, and somehow seemed content.
"Oh, and bring your sketchbook."
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"It's nothing like I expected." Smith said.
Yes, there were books, books upon around eight shelves. But they were nothing complicated, few fantasy books, none could have been over two-hundred pages long. Some were overly simple, some were even children's books. Some were on random subjects like dieting. The Library itself was not kept, the books out of place and lying on the floor. There were only two other people there besides themselves. Smith stood in the entrance and analyzed the situation.
No, this would never do, insufficient data, need more input.
He wanted books, real books, books that would teach him about his own so called illness, the ways of amnesia, and dealing with the mad and sane. Perhaps something about personality disorders, something that would help them. Anything on dreams, anything at all that could help them…but standing there, Smith thought about it, and saw how foolish it was to believe there would actually be psychology books available for the psychotic.
Smith stood, disappointed, somewhat defeated. He felt that he had reached another end and he hadn't even begun. After all that has happened, what more could he do but try and find a way to leave this place. He could see it now, leaving the Asylum. He now had a strange hope that once he left these walls, somehow some humanity and memories of his life would be returned to him. That perhaps he was not broken or defective, but it was the Asylum itself doing this to him. The walls sucking out what happiness he might be feeling. What more could he hope for now, when he had felt so briefly, and returned into nothingness? What more could he hope for now, that everyone seemed so far away?
He needed this bit of hope, this idea that he would be happy as soon as he left these walls. It gave him some drive and purpose he needed. Neo used to provide this need. Neo would have the dreams, Smith would sort them out, that is how it was, and to a degree, still is. Neo would always ask if Smith had a plan yet to get out, and depended on him to free them. Now, Smith watched as Neo walked ahead of him, leaving him behind…Now, Neo is more distant, independent, no longer asking as many questions. He seems content with what freedom he has in this place. Smith understood to a point. Here they were safe, here Neo could have Trinity. But nonetheless when the time came to leave, Smith knew Neo would go…it's just now he wasn't in so much of a hurry.
Neo held his sketchbook close to him, with a pencil stuck between his ear. He drifted around the Library, looking up at the top shelves with books. Smith followed him.
"What are we looking for?" Neo asked.
"Anything to help us." Smith answered.
"…I had a dream last night Smith." Neo said.
"You always have dreams."
"I met someone new again…"
Smith didn't look at Neo, but began searching out what he could from the Library. Neo patiently followed him, continuing with his story.
"She knew me, and you." Neo continued. "And…she kept talking like she knew more than I did…and she told me that I have…we have to wake up. We have to…see things like they really are…and…she told me that I'd have to look at my name really hard."
Smith looked over at Neo.
"What was her name?" He asked.
"She didn't tell me. She can see the future though, like an Oracle."
Smith raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah I know, I don't know if I believe her either." Neo nodded. "She says I'll be able to see the future too."
Smith refrained from asking if he would obtain this ability.
Neo didn't know what to make of his dream, and he noted not to tell Smith he had attacked him. At the time he didn't think much of it, Smith always did that, and in a similar way too. Whenever they fight, it's what they do. Neo just couldn't shake the fact, Smith was wearing a suit.
Neo looked around, drifting away from Smith, looking at the books himself. Neo for a moment wondered if he remembered how to read, but remembering you spelled Neo, "N-E-O," he knew he could.
"S-M-I-T-H." Neo said to himself, assuring himself. "T-R-I-N-I-T-Y. M-O-R-P-H-E-U-S."
Neo smiled in self satisfaction, and realizing how interesting Morpheus' name was spelled. He continued on his little walk around the Library, turning his head to the side to read the book cover's titles. He realized that the biggest and fattest books were on the top shelf, and had to back up in order to read their titles. He didn't know what he'd like to read, or really the differences in genres yet. But he knew what he was sort of looking for.
Then something caught his eye.
A book that didn't immediately have a title, but a picture instead. A picture of black and white intertwining together. Separate, but one, in a circle they danced, and seemed to become a single whole. It was enough to make Neo smile and grab this book. "Yin and Yang" the title in golden letters said.
Neo smiled, and continued to walk around with now this book and his sketchbook. He reached the corner of the Library where there was a small window peeking out to the world, the view was abruptly stopped by the walls that surround the entire Asylum. Neo frowned at this and looked to his right. Where he saw Michael, and this made him smile. Michael seemed to be engulfed in a book he was reading, holding it in his lap and one hand. His other hand fidgeted, and his right leg was bouncing up and down, and even his head sort of shook. Neo seemed blind to these strange happenings as he went over to Michael on a seat, and sat down next to him.
"Hi, Kid!" Neo smiled.
"Neo!" Kid nearly jumped.
"Oh…sorry." Neo nodded.
"No, no…it's um…it – it's okay. Yeah, yeah, it's okay." Kid nodded many times.
Neo smiled, and peeked over towards Kid.
"What're you reading?" Neo asked.
Michael held up his book. It was one of the children's books, and it had a picture of a lovely young lady, sleeping soundly in a bed. It was titled "Sleeping Beauty."
"She's very pretty." Neo said.
"Yeah…yeah…mom, my mom she used to read this to me when I was little. Really little." Michael had a bittersweet smile.
"Your mom?" Neo asked with a smile. "What's she like?"
Neo remembered what he had said to the Oracle lady, saying how he wanted to dream of his family. He imagined his mother, and his father. He now wondered which one of his parents gave him his slanted brown eyes, and love of rice. He couldn't decide which of his made up parents to make Asian, and he imagined since he didn't look much Asian they didn't either. But Neo leaned in closely to Michael, wanting to know if his assumptions about a mother were correct. If his mother did tuck him in at night, and read him stories, and his dad would teach him how to play baseball or whatever dads taught their sons.
Michael frowned.
"Well…well…she's um…she's…she…" Michael trails off, looking at those expecting eyes of Neo's. "She used to read me stories…and pick me up from school…but…she made me cookies…and she helped me with homework…but…I didn't like…live – do what she wanted always…she…she didn't like me when I got sick…and she doesn't come visit me anymore…"
Neo's happy eyes were at that moment sad.
"Doctors call her, she calls doctors. She knows I'm getting better. Yeah…bet – better."
Neo frowned and for a moment didn't know what to do. But he reached over and placed his hand over Michael's shaking hand, and slowly does Michael stop shaking, and looks up at Neo.
"You don't have to run from me you know." Neo says softly. "She hasn't left you either, she's not running from you. She's just afraid for you, and she's too afraid to look you in the face now…after all this time. She still loves you. Mothers…all mothers love their sons." Neo smiled.
Michael smiled.
"Mr. Anderson." A towering voice pierced their silent moment.
"Smith!" Neo smiled. "Look, Michael's not running away!"
Smith stared rather menacingly at Michael, not really on purpose, this was just Smith's natural stare to other people. It made Michael shrink down a little, give a weak smile, and wave. Smith gave a respecting and somewhat mandatory nod to the boy.
"Come. We must go." Smith urged.
"Um…okay." Neo smiled. "See you around, Kid."
"Bye, Neo!" Michael waved.
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"That was a pathetic excuse for a Library." Smith grumbled.
"Yeah, but look what I found!" Neo said, shoving his book towards Smith.
"Yin and Yang? What is that?"
"I don't know, but see the picture, is neat!" Neo beamed.
They walked down the halls, towards one that would surely be empty. Where not even the sane often go. Where all art is sooner or later stored. A hallway where they may be viewed, where Neo's painting now hangs for the world to see. Neo frowns as he sees it from a distance. And he sort of looks away as they stand in front of it.
"Give me your sketchbook." Smith held out his hand. "Let us review our situation."
And reluctantly Neo did. He knew what was coming. The questions Smith would ask him about this painting and these drawings. This horrible moment in time, some place far away. This horrible, horrible place. This place where he hasn't dreamed of in days, and he is so grateful for that.
Smith flipped through the book, and finally opened it to a page where these so called Machines were drawn in full detail. Smith held it up comparing it to the painting, and Neo frowned looking away.
"This." Smith pointed at the drawing. "Are these?" Smith pointed at the swirling mass of metal around the burning city.
Neo after a moment, nodded.
"This was a war." Smith said. "The last battle?"
Neo nodded.
"Between these machines…" Smith pointed to the drawing. "And us?" Smith pointed to himself.
"I…I guess."
Neo stood at the floor, sort of swaying back and forth in nervousness.
"You know for sure it was a war?" Smith asked again with force.
"Yes! It was a war!"
Smith nodded and leaned in closer to the painting. He pointed at a particular section, where these so called squid-like machines were stabbing bodies of man in mid air. The bodies were falling to the ground, and pools of blood.
"I am almost completely sure it was these Machines at war with us. With mankind." Smith said.
Smith was to say the least, a bit skeptical about this idea. He had not dreamed these dreams, he did not recall such a battle. Smith remembered bits and pieces, but they had nothing to do with this "war." He had to listen to what he was saying after a while. A war between man and machine, machines not even invented or thought of yet. This indeed sounded mad. And he wasn't sure if he entirely believed it. But this was the only other lead they had. This painting, Neo's dreams.
"That sounds like every science fiction story ever made." Neo mumbled.
"What?"
"Man versus Machine…" Neo said, still swaying.
"But this is what you dream, correct?"
"Yes!"
"Do you believe this to be true, Mr. Anderson?"
Neo looked away.
"Do you!" Smith yelled.
"Yes! Yes, Smith. I believe that happened. I believe we were caught in a war with machines!"
"And the Matrix is a prison?"
"Yes!"
Smith looked up at the painting.
"If we are indeed still in the Matrix, I think it is safe to say, the Machines won the battle. Which also means that the Machines are the Matrix's creators. It is not just a dream, but another machine…that somehow connects everyone into one dream." Smith said, nodding as he said it.
And all Smith could think was, maybe he was insane.
"No one else knows about this battle. No one else dreams about it. So no one knows we are in a dream, a prison." Smith continued.
"What if people do know?" Neo said.
"What?"
"Maybe people…like us…do know. Maybe…they're…outside of it."
Smith stared at Neo.
"Do we agree a machine is connecting all of our minds?" Smith asked, and Neo nodded. "All right…" Smith nodded. "All right…we survived a war. Man lost to Machine. Meaning if Machine fought Man, they would need to be advance enough for AI, and going beyond the perimeters of programming."
Neo narrowed his eyes.
"What?" Neo asked.
"So outside of this dream, it is the future. They are keeping us in a past time, where machines are not developed. They are imprisoning us."
"Wait what?"
Smith was caught up with himself and what everything means, thinking with a logical mind, what this means, to what that means, to what that means, trying to find an end, a solution to it all, somehow find the answer they both want.
"But why not just kill all of humanity? Why not just end the war entirely by man's destruction? Why go through all this trouble to make this Matrix for billions and billions of minds?" Smith asked staring at the painting.
Neo decided he wasn't going to get many answers from Smith, as Smith was asking more and more questions than theorizing now. Neo frowned, turning his back to his painting and looking down at his book. His Yin and Yang book.
"What if they need us?" Neo asked. "That's why they're keeping us alive."
"But for what?" Smith asked.
"I…I don't know."
Smith bit his lower lip.
"If this is built by machines, it is a machine. A mechanical well for minds…" Smith drifted off. "Like…a computer."
"Computer?"
Smith nodded.
"My name is Smith. Your name is Neo. This is the Matrix. It is a prison, and our keepers are rebellious Machines, to which we lost a war to. They keep us alive, because they need us. We remember because we were outside of the Matrix. Some people don't remember because they were not? But maybe there are other people who are like us, who remember as well." Smith said, reviewing it all.
"But why would Agents lock us up here? I mean…they're human aren't they? Why work for the Machines?" Neo asked.
"The Machines are in control here, Mr. Anderson. I'm sure there is a lot Machines could offer and bribe humans for their service." Smith said. "But then again…that is an unsafe move. True human beings often give into bribary, but what does money mean, when it is the end of the world? Could a human live on in this world, knowing he is a mere prisoner? To keep his fellow man at bay, while he enjoys a fake life of luxary?"
"Smith…" Neo started. "If they're machines, and the Matrix is a machine, why couldn't they just build more machines to go into the Matrix and watch over the humans?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if the Agents are machines?"
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Neo's head hurt. He didn't know if it was because it was difficult keeping up with Smith, or if he just hated the whole idea of being enslaved. Perhaps he was trying to make himself forget, or maybe the Machines on the outside were trying to make him forget! Neo frowned, knowing you were enslaved by machines gives you some paranoia. Neo shook his head as he followed Smith back to their cell, passing the cafeteria.
"Neo!" Michelle, Trinity waved. "Come, sit with us. Come on Smith!" Trinity smiled.
Sometimes the sane sat with the insane, at a table no one ever sat at. It has been dubbed the "Sane Table" like the "Sane doors" and "Sane pinball machine." Once something belongs to the sane the insane tend to just leave it alone.
Neo waved at Trinity, but looked back at Smith, who he knew would not site with them.
"Go ahead." Smith said. "I'm going back to our cell."
Neo bit his lip, but nodded, and sat next to Trinity with the others.
"Hey Neo!" Tank smiled.
"You seem busy today, Neo, haven't seen you." Morpheus, Aaron said.
"Yes, we've been very busy." Neo nodded.
"Doing what?" Trinity asked.
"Well…" Neo looked over at Michelle. "Remember how I believed in a Matrix?" Neo lied, trying to make himself sound saner. "Well, Smith and I were curious, and we started wondering what we thought it was. So we were looking at my painting, thinking it would help."
"Well did it?" She asked.
"Yeah, I've always wondered about that Matrix thingy." Tank said.
"Oh…yeah, it helped." Neo looked around. "It's like…it's like a computer. Yeah, a computer. You know…how you keep, like pictures and programs in a computer? Well…think of those programs as us."
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"It's a place where we are kept in a dream world. That's the Matrix, a dream world for all of us to go to and never leave. Like…if this were the Matrix." Neo touched the table. "This table would not be here. You see it and feel it right? But it's not here, and you aren't here. That's the Matrix telling you, your brain what the table feels like. Like um…you know icons on a desktop? You know that's not really what it looks like to the computer, that icon is made up of ones and zeros, but in order to be seen by us, the computer makes a picture of it for us, that's what we are."
"Um…" Tank gave a puzzled look.
"Okay, okay." Neo picked up something from the table. "This spoon, here. There is no spoon."
"That's a spork." Trinity said.
"What's a spork?" Neo raised an eyebrow at it.
"It's like a spoon and fork combined." She said.
Neo stared at the spork, blinking at it for a moment.
"There is no spork."
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"So, Monsieur, what have you been up to today?"
Armel stood at the doorway to Smith's cell very casually, leaning on the wall, with a wine glass in his hand. Smith stopped, holding tightly to Neo's sketchbook that he had entrusted him in.
"You seem…busy." Armel smiled.
Smith said nothing, and walked towards his door.
"What is the Matrix, Monsieur?" Armel yelled.
Smith paused and looked up at Armel.
"I'm very curious on the subject…you used to scream it to me, I heard you back then…" Armel grinned.
"It's nothing you would at all care about." Smith said.
"Oh, on contrary, I am always looking to learn. So please, enlighten me on this so called Matrix."
Smith stared at him.
"It is a prison created by your demons, Armel!" Smith yelled, and made Armel jump back, by the mentioning of his demons. "And you're in it!" Smith yelled at him. "Your demons have locked us all up in it!"
Armel panted and grinded his teeth, and shook his head. He pointed at Smith.
"You speak lies, Monsieur Smith!" He said.
Smith grinned.
"If that is what you want to believe." Smith says, stepping into his room.
Armel runs and puts his foot in the door.
"By God's name tell me what it is! Tell me how I can get out of it! The demons Monsieur, like your pathetic Anderson! They are planning something! The tide is shifting, you must listen to me! Close this door, and you forsake any chance you have of salvation!"
"What on earth could you offer me, Armel?"
"Purpose!" Armel yelled.
Smith paused.
"What you offer you cannot give me. But it is something I do want." Smith finally said.
Ask the question, and they will answer. Ask either one of them, ask "What is the Matrix," and somehow they will answer you. Neo and Smith, keepers of a truth they still don't fully understand. They know a part of themselves now, a past they only know by descriptions, and horrible dreams. Knowledge that has now developed into a sense of paranoia.
But this will not falter them, this will not stop them. Smith, who feels nothing, reviews again and again what they just learned. This place is not real. Some people may not be real. What he sees is not real, what he feels is not real. The world is nothing. He is somewhere else. This isn't real, Smith tells himself again and again and again and again.
None of this is real.
He wonders if he really understands that, if somehow if he really did understand this something would happen. Somehow he'd wake up or something, or whatever happens to get out of this place. None of this is real. Ask them the questions, ask the question, and he will answer, they both will answer.
Neo would not return for another hour, and Smith would open up his sketchbook to see what Neo drew all the time. There were drawings of Trinity, Michelle as well, and Morpheus standing tall. There were drawings of a city in ruins, and lightning in the sky. There were those Squid monsters and rain. There were drawings of people Smith did not recognize. However, there were no drawings of Smith himself.
Later that night, Smith would take out their little Master key, and they would go their separate ways. Neo clutching his books would go to a girl name Miho, and Smith to a man named Joshua Daniels. Neither would ask where the other is going or went. And they would return just as the sun was rising.
Who am I?
What have I done?
What am I becoming?
What is my purpose?
What is the Matrix?
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Next Chapter: Opposite Ways
I apologize this chapter is mostly dialogue, and not many character revelations as I usually like to have within each chapter. But hey, they know it's a computer!
Next chapter will have some lovely conversations, as well as questions about how to do the Robot, and realizing what Yin and Yang is. It will indeed be fun to write, I hope to read as well.
Tomorrow my friends and I will begin a little Matrix fanfilm, it will be mostly fighting, with a hint of Smith love. My lovely friend Brandi, or ADD, will be the protagonist, who says "I think Agents are cute…" And my even lovelier friend Matt, will be a most handsome Smith. It's not much, and it won't be oscar-worthy, but really an exercise and some film to allow me to figure out how to use Adobe Premiere. Wish me luck guys, I'll be thinking of you!
Please R/R