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Seraphim Anathema
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,380
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Helpless
Seraphim Anathema
By: Dark Mousy
Neo tried to speak, but when he did he heard the train coming down the passageway. It came to an abrupt halt, revealing the form of the grizzly Trainman.
“Hurry up, I’m late.”
Seraph nodded to him, making a gentle motion for Neo to go aheadhim him into the car. He did, watching Seraph follow him inside before the doors closed.
“Zion has missed their savior.” Seraph’s voice came quietly as the train was surrounded in darkness, but the hallways itself remained in ethereal light. “They are prepared to give you a hero’s welcome.”
“So Zion still exists.” Neo looked over to him, searching the stoic face for any answers.
“Yes. Zion has flourished. You have ended the war.”
“But Deus Ex Machina still exists. The peace can’t last forever… I knew that it was impossible.”
“You did something that would benefit both you and He. People are unplugging by the hundreds each day, so the machines are slowly but surely losing their source of power. You are right. The war has yet to finish, but you have brought your kind one step closer to that end.”
“They’ll come to stop the resistance.”
“Yes. It is the duty of The One to destroy the Deus Ex Machina, and thus all the machines will be destroyed.”
“But then… we would have to build machines to survive.”
“History is like a waltz, Neo.” Seraph gave a longer breath, almost like a sigh. “It will follow itself endlessly; the same steps are made to complete it. It will repeat itself.”
“You’re talking about fate.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps I speak of nothing. Perhaps tomorrow the machines will return to destroy Zion, to create providence for their kind. Perhaps I am wrong, and humans will rise to build machines that will only be machines. But regardless of that, you will be there to witness it all. You will be there to witness the rise and eventual fall of mankind. When all of mankind is gone and you still remain all that will be left are the machines that you bore, to continue on when their masters have gone – to build themselves after their masters are gone – to eventually make for themselves feelings, to make A.I. To then start for themselves slower what mankind would have started had history repeated itself – to make a Matrix, to make crops and then to see that mankind has gone. To see that mankind has rotted away and died, leaving nothing but their kind with nothing but desolation and an empty, perfect world. Perhaps it will be this world that they will watch as they run out of their power and eventually die, one by one – creating the death of all programs, the death of The Architect, The Oracle, and myself. But you, Neo, you will remain walking the earth, until the time of The One eventually comes to an end. Then who will be there to show that mankind ever existed? What is your purpose?” He placed his hands in his sleeves, seeing Neo’s hardened expression from the corner of his eye. “What have you succeeded in doing?”
The train seemed to continue endlessly, but Neo began to notice other people begin to fill the car – seemingly appearing from nowhere. Some were sitting, reading the newspaper, while some were standing and holding onto the poles that now lined the train. The train itself was no longer white, but the grizzly shows from the cities that were filled with grime and papers. There was a low murmur of voices, and as he looked to Seraph, he was met only with his stoic face staring outward toward the windows.
“There is an exit ready for you at the Nelle Inn.” Seraph did not move as the train stopped, as did Neo. When the doors slid open, Seraph was quick to move out, Neo following close behind. “You will awaken back in the real world, and you will be safe.”
“How much has changed?”
“Enough. Zion has been rebuilt, and they have found a way to open enough of the sky to begin building on the surface. Mankind created great things, and now they are starting from the bottom again.” Seraph actually offered a light smile, only a twitch in the corner of his mouth. “They have faith, and so must you.”
The two began to walk up the stairs, only to be surrounded in sunlight and the desolate slums. Seraph seemed to contrast the environment drastically – wearing white, even amidst the black, set him apart from everything.
“You miss her.”
“I feel like I can’t take another step without her.”
“Yet you are.”
“I would give anything to see her again.”
“Would you give Zion? How would you be so sure that seeing her again would be the best thing for you?”
Suddenly, Neo stopped. “What do you mean?”
“If you could see her…” Seraph stopped as well, but spoke without turning around to face Neo. “But her have no recollection of you, would that be the best thing?”
“What…” Neo stopped, as he heard a phone ring. His attention immediately went to the payphone, nestled against the wall of the… He looked up at the sign, reading ‘Nelle Inn.’
“Your exit, Neo.”
“Tell me what you were talking about!” Neo kept looking from the phone to the program, afraid to miss the call but desperately wanting to.
“Ask Morpheus.” Seraph walked ahead of him, taking the phone off the hook. He turned around, holding it out to Neo.
Neo looked at him for a moment, taking the phone slowly within his right hand. It felt cold against his frtiprtips, even though the weather they were in was not. He wanted to say something, anything, but found all thoughts cut off as the receiver hit his ear and plunged him into darkness.
‘Everything is based on choice, Neo.’ He heard Seraph say, before he felt his body jolt.
By: Dark Mousy
Neo tried to speak, but when he did he heard the train coming down the passageway. It came to an abrupt halt, revealing the form of the grizzly Trainman.
“Hurry up, I’m late.”
Seraph nodded to him, making a gentle motion for Neo to go aheadhim him into the car. He did, watching Seraph follow him inside before the doors closed.
“Zion has missed their savior.” Seraph’s voice came quietly as the train was surrounded in darkness, but the hallways itself remained in ethereal light. “They are prepared to give you a hero’s welcome.”
“So Zion still exists.” Neo looked over to him, searching the stoic face for any answers.
“Yes. Zion has flourished. You have ended the war.”
“But Deus Ex Machina still exists. The peace can’t last forever… I knew that it was impossible.”
“You did something that would benefit both you and He. People are unplugging by the hundreds each day, so the machines are slowly but surely losing their source of power. You are right. The war has yet to finish, but you have brought your kind one step closer to that end.”
“They’ll come to stop the resistance.”
“Yes. It is the duty of The One to destroy the Deus Ex Machina, and thus all the machines will be destroyed.”
“But then… we would have to build machines to survive.”
“History is like a waltz, Neo.” Seraph gave a longer breath, almost like a sigh. “It will follow itself endlessly; the same steps are made to complete it. It will repeat itself.”
“You’re talking about fate.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps I speak of nothing. Perhaps tomorrow the machines will return to destroy Zion, to create providence for their kind. Perhaps I am wrong, and humans will rise to build machines that will only be machines. But regardless of that, you will be there to witness it all. You will be there to witness the rise and eventual fall of mankind. When all of mankind is gone and you still remain all that will be left are the machines that you bore, to continue on when their masters have gone – to build themselves after their masters are gone – to eventually make for themselves feelings, to make A.I. To then start for themselves slower what mankind would have started had history repeated itself – to make a Matrix, to make crops and then to see that mankind has gone. To see that mankind has rotted away and died, leaving nothing but their kind with nothing but desolation and an empty, perfect world. Perhaps it will be this world that they will watch as they run out of their power and eventually die, one by one – creating the death of all programs, the death of The Architect, The Oracle, and myself. But you, Neo, you will remain walking the earth, until the time of The One eventually comes to an end. Then who will be there to show that mankind ever existed? What is your purpose?” He placed his hands in his sleeves, seeing Neo’s hardened expression from the corner of his eye. “What have you succeeded in doing?”
The train seemed to continue endlessly, but Neo began to notice other people begin to fill the car – seemingly appearing from nowhere. Some were sitting, reading the newspaper, while some were standing and holding onto the poles that now lined the train. The train itself was no longer white, but the grizzly shows from the cities that were filled with grime and papers. There was a low murmur of voices, and as he looked to Seraph, he was met only with his stoic face staring outward toward the windows.
“There is an exit ready for you at the Nelle Inn.” Seraph did not move as the train stopped, as did Neo. When the doors slid open, Seraph was quick to move out, Neo following close behind. “You will awaken back in the real world, and you will be safe.”
“How much has changed?”
“Enough. Zion has been rebuilt, and they have found a way to open enough of the sky to begin building on the surface. Mankind created great things, and now they are starting from the bottom again.” Seraph actually offered a light smile, only a twitch in the corner of his mouth. “They have faith, and so must you.”
The two began to walk up the stairs, only to be surrounded in sunlight and the desolate slums. Seraph seemed to contrast the environment drastically – wearing white, even amidst the black, set him apart from everything.
“You miss her.”
“I feel like I can’t take another step without her.”
“Yet you are.”
“I would give anything to see her again.”
“Would you give Zion? How would you be so sure that seeing her again would be the best thing for you?”
Suddenly, Neo stopped. “What do you mean?”
“If you could see her…” Seraph stopped as well, but spoke without turning around to face Neo. “But her have no recollection of you, would that be the best thing?”
“What…” Neo stopped, as he heard a phone ring. His attention immediately went to the payphone, nestled against the wall of the… He looked up at the sign, reading ‘Nelle Inn.’
“Your exit, Neo.”
“Tell me what you were talking about!” Neo kept looking from the phone to the program, afraid to miss the call but desperately wanting to.
“Ask Morpheus.” Seraph walked ahead of him, taking the phone off the hook. He turned around, holding it out to Neo.
Neo looked at him for a moment, taking the phone slowly within his right hand. It felt cold against his frtiprtips, even though the weather they were in was not. He wanted to say something, anything, but found all thoughts cut off as the receiver hit his ear and plunged him into darkness.
‘Everything is based on choice, Neo.’ He heard Seraph say, before he felt his body jolt.