Live To Tell
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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2
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Reflection and Revelation
Title: Live To Tell
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: After Revolutions, just exactly happened to the anomaly? Agent M makes her return; but not as you’d expect…
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s. Helena belongs to SelinaEnriquez, and Agent Lewis Belongs to AlexandraParis. Borrowed with permission.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: Yes, this is AU. Yes, certain characters will be portrayed differently to the films, but that, my dears, is the joy of fanfiction!
Chapter Four: Reflection and Revelation
“This is Helena, Helena, this is Smith, or what was once the program known as Smith.”
He looked at her, transfixed at the wide eyed mocha coloured human before him, her long brown hair curling gently over her shoulders, clothing simple yet elegant. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite place, something that drew him in and held him down.
The Oracle smiled; she knew the future for these two, even without power, it was so clear. As two of the first Neohumans, destiny would draw them together. It had to, because if the other likely couple got together…
“Well now, you two, I think you should both sit down with me, whilst we wait for our other guest to arrive. My! This house of mine has rarely been so full!” she walked through into the main room, reaching for the packet of cigarettes on the table, drawing a lighter to her lips and the tip of the cigarette and lighting it up, her face aglow in a sinister way.
“Cookie?” The Oracle smiled. “You remembered how once I offered you these, before the interference?”
“Who else are you expecting, Oracle?” Helena questioned the expression on her face uncomfortable. She seated herself on the sofa and taking the cookie offered. Smith declined, moving a pillow between himself and the human. Never before had he felt like this upon meeting a person, and he didn’t like it.
“You do ask so many questions, my dear, but I suppose I should be answering them, now you are both together.” The Oracle sighed.” Well then, I suppose I should start at the beginning. For years now, the Architect and I have been noticing changes within the Matrix, but for all my efforts, he still refuses to acknowledge what I say. If what I suspect is true, then we will find the future very different.”
“What have you discovered?” Smith asked, suddenly interested.
“Humans and Machines have been against each other for so long, it seems impossible that we would ever call a truce. But now it has happened, and it is time for us all to awaken to the truth and get on with the future. Humans and Machines have been existing together for centuries, Humans in control of the machines in the early part, and then, with the birth of AI, we took over, to put no fine point upon it. Surely it is apparent that our future lies together, that we must evolve together into one race in order to survive?”
“How can Human and Machine ever become one race? It’s physically impossible,” Helena said reasonably. Smith stayed silent; it was true, a number of times the question had been raised within the Mainframe as to whether the future of the Machines existed as one with the Humans, but never, ever would he have expected the Mother of the Matrix to adopt such a view.
“You two have proved it exists, it doesn’t matter how, or why, but the two of you, with your abilities to bend the matrix, to combine emotion and sheer power, have evolved beyond the impossible for both Humanity and Machinery. You are Neohumans, and the future is yours.”
There was a silence as Smith let this sink in. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t be Neohuman. Whispers about such a race had been rife, but that was a long time previous, this was back when….it couldn’t possibly be. It wasn’t possible that the Merovingian was…but it explained so much…
“Are you saying that there are more Neohumans?”
The Oracles eyes twinkled at him, a small smile upon her lips as she drew from the cigarette’s strength again.
“You always were a sharp one, Smith; it was no wonder that M prized you. There are at present two other Neohumans that we are in a position to do anything about, and it is vital that the two of you prevent them from achieving their aims.”
“The Merovingian, he’s Neohuman, isn’t he? That’s why he was our enemy, that’s why he was banished from the ranks of Agent, wasn’t it?”
“Exactly. He fell in love, he dissented. It was impossible for Neohumanity to gain a foothold at that point, it would have been devastated. But I couldn’t destroy him; I couldn’t see one of my children degraded.”
Smith paused a second; The Merovingian was from the original Matrix; it was whispered that he had been the first to dissent, but it had all been dismissed by him.
Though the original Matrix had been branded a failure, valuable lessons had been learned. It could not be perfect, there had to be fault with the mathematics of the people who existed within it. Was it also discovered that the Matrix itself needed faults?
So many things made sense now; choice really had never existed for him. Exiles existed to create problems for Programs, who existed to hunt Zionites. Like the Human World before, the Matrix itself was imperfect. Machines had learnt the hard way that no matter how they strived, perfection was impossible, out of their reach, whilst the Machines survived upon human energy.
And so evolution had led them forward, towards Neohumanity. Those that didn’t see this chain though, would fear and envy it. The door opened beside them.
“Ah, Morpheus. I’m glad to see that you have arrived.”
~~~
The Merovingian looked down upon M, lying beside him in the hidden antechamber, far from Persephone’s eyes. Not that he cared for her opinions anymore. Not now he had his true intended back.
Persephone was plotting, he could sense it. The lack of even their mock romance, the cold way she contemplated him from across the room as he stood with M; one of them would kill the other, if only their own suicide was not imminent.
Irony played a big hand in the Matrix, or so he saw it. Back in the first edition of the Matrix, the prototype, as the Machinists preferred to refer to it, he’d been naïve enough to believe its programming for perfection would allow him and Persephone to be together. Of course it had, but only so much in damning them to lead the Exiled against the Machinists, keeping the Matrix that little bit imperfect; that little bit Human.
He was tired of that role, of being the troublemaker. No one seemed to have control anymore; it was time for the future to begin. And he and M would be the two leaders, the metaphorical Adam and Eve.
Sitting up, he beyond M; they had been close, back before he dissented, back before they had been ruthlessly torn asunder by the Father and Mother. If only he’d stayed there, comfortably, as one of the Machinists. But then Cause and Effect would never have been made clear to him; He would never have seized his destiny. And he would never have wound up in her arms.
The phone rang shrilly beside him, and even as he snatched at the receiver, M stirred.
“I asked you not to interrupt me tonight”
“He’s been summoned; do you want him taken out?”
“No. Follow him, track his actions. Do not hurt him until She can be implicated in the Betrayal.”
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: After Revolutions, just exactly happened to the anomaly? Agent M makes her return; but not as you’d expect…
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s. Helena belongs to SelinaEnriquez, and Agent Lewis Belongs to AlexandraParis. Borrowed with permission.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: Yes, this is AU. Yes, certain characters will be portrayed differently to the films, but that, my dears, is the joy of fanfiction!
Chapter Four: Reflection and Revelation
“This is Helena, Helena, this is Smith, or what was once the program known as Smith.”
He looked at her, transfixed at the wide eyed mocha coloured human before him, her long brown hair curling gently over her shoulders, clothing simple yet elegant. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite place, something that drew him in and held him down.
The Oracle smiled; she knew the future for these two, even without power, it was so clear. As two of the first Neohumans, destiny would draw them together. It had to, because if the other likely couple got together…
“Well now, you two, I think you should both sit down with me, whilst we wait for our other guest to arrive. My! This house of mine has rarely been so full!” she walked through into the main room, reaching for the packet of cigarettes on the table, drawing a lighter to her lips and the tip of the cigarette and lighting it up, her face aglow in a sinister way.
“Cookie?” The Oracle smiled. “You remembered how once I offered you these, before the interference?”
“Who else are you expecting, Oracle?” Helena questioned the expression on her face uncomfortable. She seated herself on the sofa and taking the cookie offered. Smith declined, moving a pillow between himself and the human. Never before had he felt like this upon meeting a person, and he didn’t like it.
“You do ask so many questions, my dear, but I suppose I should be answering them, now you are both together.” The Oracle sighed.” Well then, I suppose I should start at the beginning. For years now, the Architect and I have been noticing changes within the Matrix, but for all my efforts, he still refuses to acknowledge what I say. If what I suspect is true, then we will find the future very different.”
“What have you discovered?” Smith asked, suddenly interested.
“Humans and Machines have been against each other for so long, it seems impossible that we would ever call a truce. But now it has happened, and it is time for us all to awaken to the truth and get on with the future. Humans and Machines have been existing together for centuries, Humans in control of the machines in the early part, and then, with the birth of AI, we took over, to put no fine point upon it. Surely it is apparent that our future lies together, that we must evolve together into one race in order to survive?”
“How can Human and Machine ever become one race? It’s physically impossible,” Helena said reasonably. Smith stayed silent; it was true, a number of times the question had been raised within the Mainframe as to whether the future of the Machines existed as one with the Humans, but never, ever would he have expected the Mother of the Matrix to adopt such a view.
“You two have proved it exists, it doesn’t matter how, or why, but the two of you, with your abilities to bend the matrix, to combine emotion and sheer power, have evolved beyond the impossible for both Humanity and Machinery. You are Neohumans, and the future is yours.”
There was a silence as Smith let this sink in. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t be Neohuman. Whispers about such a race had been rife, but that was a long time previous, this was back when….it couldn’t possibly be. It wasn’t possible that the Merovingian was…but it explained so much…
“Are you saying that there are more Neohumans?”
The Oracles eyes twinkled at him, a small smile upon her lips as she drew from the cigarette’s strength again.
“You always were a sharp one, Smith; it was no wonder that M prized you. There are at present two other Neohumans that we are in a position to do anything about, and it is vital that the two of you prevent them from achieving their aims.”
“The Merovingian, he’s Neohuman, isn’t he? That’s why he was our enemy, that’s why he was banished from the ranks of Agent, wasn’t it?”
“Exactly. He fell in love, he dissented. It was impossible for Neohumanity to gain a foothold at that point, it would have been devastated. But I couldn’t destroy him; I couldn’t see one of my children degraded.”
Smith paused a second; The Merovingian was from the original Matrix; it was whispered that he had been the first to dissent, but it had all been dismissed by him.
Though the original Matrix had been branded a failure, valuable lessons had been learned. It could not be perfect, there had to be fault with the mathematics of the people who existed within it. Was it also discovered that the Matrix itself needed faults?
So many things made sense now; choice really had never existed for him. Exiles existed to create problems for Programs, who existed to hunt Zionites. Like the Human World before, the Matrix itself was imperfect. Machines had learnt the hard way that no matter how they strived, perfection was impossible, out of their reach, whilst the Machines survived upon human energy.
And so evolution had led them forward, towards Neohumanity. Those that didn’t see this chain though, would fear and envy it. The door opened beside them.
“Ah, Morpheus. I’m glad to see that you have arrived.”
~~~
The Merovingian looked down upon M, lying beside him in the hidden antechamber, far from Persephone’s eyes. Not that he cared for her opinions anymore. Not now he had his true intended back.
Persephone was plotting, he could sense it. The lack of even their mock romance, the cold way she contemplated him from across the room as he stood with M; one of them would kill the other, if only their own suicide was not imminent.
Irony played a big hand in the Matrix, or so he saw it. Back in the first edition of the Matrix, the prototype, as the Machinists preferred to refer to it, he’d been naïve enough to believe its programming for perfection would allow him and Persephone to be together. Of course it had, but only so much in damning them to lead the Exiled against the Machinists, keeping the Matrix that little bit imperfect; that little bit Human.
He was tired of that role, of being the troublemaker. No one seemed to have control anymore; it was time for the future to begin. And he and M would be the two leaders, the metaphorical Adam and Eve.
Sitting up, he beyond M; they had been close, back before he dissented, back before they had been ruthlessly torn asunder by the Father and Mother. If only he’d stayed there, comfortably, as one of the Machinists. But then Cause and Effect would never have been made clear to him; He would never have seized his destiny. And he would never have wound up in her arms.
The phone rang shrilly beside him, and even as he snatched at the receiver, M stirred.
“I asked you not to interrupt me tonight”
“He’s been summoned; do you want him taken out?”
“No. Follow him, track his actions. Do not hurt him until She can be implicated in the Betrayal.”