»Survival of the Matrix and the end of Big Brother«

Hello all, this is my first fic and was inspired by a great friend of mine and we both love FanFics and The Matrix. My Fic ncoporates some views from George Orwell's 1984, the trilogy The Wind on Fire by william Nicholson and mythical abilities. Thank you, Please comment!

Sam

Chapter One.

The computer screen flashed with green numbers and as the middle-aged man in front of it slept, somewhere in the matrix, two heavily armed men in black suits darted across the town square outside the man’s quarters.
Suddenly, roused by gunfire and an explosion of fiery green light, which in itself is unexplainable, the middle-aged man opened his tired grey eyes alive however with some dormant electricity trying to squirm its way into some new adventure.
He was wearing some faint grey overalls as did all those who lived in Grey District as it was the customary ‘ropa’ that bore your identity and showed others where you stood in a world divided by computers and a class systems both warring against each other but still uniting to create a resistance against the initial ideas of freedom amongst the human race. And as it were, the humans created A.I. which had a part to play in the division of the humans and foiling the matrix itself.
Martyn, as the old man was named, sat up and stared at the screen with the forever running symbols to see what just had happened in the square, where he so humbly lived. An unknown symbol flew from one side of the screen to the other and joined with another to form a compound, symbolising two unknown people nearby. In turn, four more symbols dashed over to the left of the screen to meet the compound and there at that specific moment there was an expulsion of green fragmented light showing that the four of the many guards in Grey District had killed the two men.
When he was sure it was safe, Martyn wandered over to the only window in his flat. He peered out through his spectacles to the cover-up world below that was the world at the end of the 21st century, but really was a wasteland where the sun failed to penetrate and purify the earth’s atmosphere.
Down below there were two bodies bathed in a pool of blood nearby an empty telephone booth, where the phone had been dislodged and used as an escape route to the real world.
This dimension as I am sure you have gathered by now is the appendix, the source of all information within information, the world that can view the matrix whilst inside the matrix in computer form whilst giving the necessities to allow life to flourish. In other words, a second matrix, identical to the first, where you can see the events of the matrix via computer and one’s naked eye.
This world was only created as a way of preserving the human race, a second chance since Zion was destroyed a decade ago by the machines.
The story of the two terminated programmes below Martyn’s window was a simple one.
Humans, ever since the destruction of Zion, which are controlled by a hidden machine field, plugging them into the second matrix, have been travelling back and forth to the real world where the field is located, where many thousands are plugged in, to revive small colonies of humans that escaped the siege of Zion ten years back and have struggled to survive in the depths of the sewers of the real world as the machines hunt them.
Martyn knows this all too well. He too was a soldier at the dock of Zion when the sentinels breached the bay. The only way he escaped was cowering in the corner of the bay and when a heavy explosion struck, he found his way back into the city and plugged himself into a computer, and found his way into a database. Whilst electronically plugged in, Martyn forged a memory of himself, the closest thing to himself. A programme, if you will. And it was with this programme that Martyn and many others doing the same managed to stumble across the second matrix and live inside as a digitally enhanced programme, transporting their physical bodies to a safer place where still the machines have failed to reach, it is this place that is the location of the field of cowards who did not fight to save Zion but chose to carry on living as electronic signals, plugged into the second matrix. These people/programmes are now known as the CC’s or in long-term English language the cowardly comrades.
Many CC’s travel between the somewhat safe second matrix and the real world to try and rebuild Zion, with some little success corresponding with very little hope and chance. The two men that were just killed were indeed human, or they appeared to be by analysis of the normal eye. But by Martyn’s eyes, these were not men, but agents Smith, that he had known nearly a decade ago to be terrorising the great humans that tried to save Zion: Morpheous, Trinity and the One, Neo, all who the Creator said perished in the destruction of the city caused by Morpheous’ lover Capt. Naiobi when she intended to save the city with an electromagnetic pulse but instead disabled all electronics in Zion, including the defensive weapons, causing the second wave of Sentinels to annihilate Zion.
Smith was a programme created in the first matrix and was used to wreak havoc upon both the real world and the matrix, turning machine against man and man against machine. Currently in alliance with the machines, Smith has discovered the second matrix and the first two to have been temporarily disabled will surely within minutes transmogrify into two brand new agents and search out a leader to wipe out the human race, once and for all.
As Martyn thought this idea as if some great premonition had swarmed over him, just as he had described it in his mind, two new agents reloaded into the dead one’s bodies and stood up and stared around the square. Martyn dashed from their view quickly, as not to be seen.
The two identical agents clicked their joints in their necks and slowly but surely walked down the cobble street and down into the suburbs of Brown District.
It had just occurred to Martyn that the four people he had seen on his computer screen before must have been part of Big Brother’s new resistance within the CC’s to keep the second matrix hidden.
Big Brother was another almost supernatural figure within the plot. He is a being, and I say being because we are not sure at this time whether he is human or machine, who surveys the whole of the second matrix and divided the humans into seven districts of colour, distinguishing the poor from the rich, the weak from the strong and the smart from the dumb.
Grey District which is where Martyn lives is the smutty part of the matrix, where many deadbeats who spend most of their time drinking and waiting for the machines to find them. There is a rarity in Martyn’s case where a few of Grey District’s rats can be declared worthy of intelligence and usefulness but just don’t have the money or the strength to be upgraded to a different district.
Brown, Yellow and Orange Districts are relatively the same, displaying true colours from the finer of the working class citizens and where many of the infantry of the small CC army comes from.
Red and Blue districts are the middle class citizens whose jobs are to educate others and to command certain parts of the matrix such as Grey District to do as they please, with no democracy as far as the people of Grey District are concerned.
The smallest district of all is White District, where Big Brother himself is said to be situated and no doubt where the agents will soon be heading. It is the cream of the crop of the matrix. The best of the very best live there. Not much else to say, apart from they are in charge.
All are controlled by Big Brother but underneath the sheer dictatorship of the almighty Big Brother are the different districts warring with each other due to the control of the second matrix.
Martyn for the first time realises after ten years of suffering in the second matrix and after one hundred years of his family suffering in the real world that there is no government and that there is no fairness. That petty difference has caused implosion inside the second matrix which will contribute to the total annihilation of the human race.
The only alliance that is created among humans with other humans is when the order was given out to create the CC resistance against the agent Smith.
Martyn knows that humans can be a pathetic race but when they are threatened to the brink of extinction, they do pull together to at least fight before they give up.
Martyn moved away from the window and sat back down at his computer and watched the symbols and numbers of the matrix whiz down the screen. He then saw more agents streaming into the second matrix and found an emotion long buried in his heart that without the brainwashing-Big Brother, the human race would be able to conquer the machines and the agent Smith alike.
Martyn knew of others with such plans. Other CCs in districts Red to Grey who would agree with him. Martyn minimized the window of the matrix on his monitor and typed into his browser the name of a search engine. Martyn logged onto the Internet and began his search for others who wished to aid him in his quest for survival.
He found a part of the Web that had not yet been accessed by Big Brother’s spies. They weren’t watching him now. He would have a window of a few minutes to find someone else. Someone to help Martyn bring Big Brother, the machines and the agent Smith down.
Martyn clicked on the link to open up a chat room where he could browse for any other dwellers of the night that may be able to help him. A green list of names, numbers and disbanded underground organisations greeted Martyn’s retinas. It occurred to him that the Web had not been updated since the CC’s arrived here. He scrolled down a few names and found one, still active, with a window of a few minutes before Big Brother’s spies disbanded the group. With a rush of adrenaline and excitement, Martyn double-clicked and opened the chat window.

CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: Hello, is this the rebellion against Big Brother unit? I want to help.
CCU/#Try#: Do you now? What is your name and I might be able to consider uploading you to the chat room.
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: My name is Martyn, I’m from Grey District. Please upload me.
CCU/#Try#: First rule of thumb, never tell someone your name, how do you know who I am? Secondly, never tell anyone where you live; I could have you dead within a second. Yes, this is the rebellion against Big Brother unit, now what do you have that we need?
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: Well, not much, except I know how many agents Smith has planned to attack the city.

This of course was not 100% accurate. Martyn only had a rough idea of how many agents were going to attack, and only because a virus had probably occurred in one of the sentinels and its eyes had betrayed it, showing Martyn the CC hundreds of thousands of agents nearby the human field where their bodies were all plugged in.

CCU/#Try#: Interesting. Maybe you should be uploaded. But being in Grey District isn’t going to do you any favours. You may have got lucky with your bit of information. How do we as the RABB unit that you aren’t going to lead us straight to Big Brother?
CCG/#M#classified/unknown user: Good point. You’ll just have to trust me.

The connection that Martyn had with the member cut off and the matrix automatically maximized itself to his current window. He read the symbols with his weary eyes and saw a woman getting closer to him, or was he getting closer to her?
He suddenly felt himself being sucked into the computer screen and he homed in on one of the green symbols which then split into millions of others. Martyn’s body flew through the computerised matrix as a group of digitalised atoms and then automatically as if controlled by some mystic force, found his way to a green symbol that forced all the electrical impulses that had split as Martyn entered the computer to re-merge and form into his previous self but in a different place. Martyn, as millions of electrical signals had travelled the computerised matrix and had been uploaded in the HQ of the Rebellion against Big Brother or HQRABB for short.
Martyn got to grips with his eyes and scanned the room, which apparently was in yellow District due to the size and shape of the room.
In the shadows, a woman’s voice spoke alerting Martyn and beginning the perilous adventure ahead.
“Okay, I’ve trusted you. Now tell me what you know.”
******

That was good. I am waiting for the next chapter.

Here is the second Chapter to The Survival of the Matrix.
Chapter two.

The woman was wearing some smooth yellow overalls showing which district she belonged to. She had short brown hair that flowed down to her shoulder beautifully and in her right hand she held a sci-fi handgun. She has smooth skin and dark brown eyes, like bottomless pools of darkness. She was the authority. No other way to explain it.
Martyn stared at her and was alarmed to see that ‘yes’ she had uploaded him into the chat room and he survived the process. But with the gun in her hand, would he survive her?
“Hello, what is your name?” Martyn whispered with some tiredness after being transferred by electrical impulse.
“Names are not relevant right now. I still don’t know if I can trust you.” She shouted ferociously and pointed the sci-fi handgun at my head.
“Well you trusted me enough to upload me. Plus, seeing as we have somewhat of a crisis on our hands with the agents coming to annihilate us, you don’t really have a choice.” Martyn retaliated, without a weapon, but armed with his confidence and armoured by his bushy grey hair.
She smiled her lush lips and closed her eyes calmly, whilst lowering her gun.
“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. My name is Olivio and I am trying to start a group to get rid of our great leader. Ten years we have struggled since the capture of Zion under Big Brother’s rule. We tried to escape the machines but instead were caught in his net and now there is not one room in the city that cannot be traced by him.”
“And now you want to get even? But how?”
She walked over to the side of the room, where the cameras and speakerphones could not hear them, even though they would still be disable for another two or three minutes.
“There is a way. You see, everyone believes that this matrix is identical to the first. But is it?”
Martyn pondered on the thought. He looked utterly perplexed. Now that he thought about it for the first time, this matrix was a lot different to the first. Firstly, the second matrix came complete with the most advanced technology and its own ruler Big Brother where as the Creator ruled the last.
“Well, mostly, it is the same yes. It has the same code as the last one. Same power source. They are almost indistinguishable.” I replied to her question.
“Only almost! You see, there are things that are different. I was one of the first to notice it when I came here. The districts. We didn’t have that in the last matrix. So I began to weave in my head, the possibility that there were more flaws; flaws that we can’t see at first glance. I did my research. My homework, if you will; on the new matrix. It seems that a virus on Zion’s mainframe accidentally created it, hours before the final attack. The virus I believe is still there, keeping us alive. The same virus that allowed you to see all the agents gathering to swat us like bugs. And what is more baffling than this…is that they are using the virus as an uplink, a way to get to us. A doorway, so to speak. There, I have clearly demonstrated one vital difference.
Another is what is below the city. Hundreds of thousands of miles of mechanical pipelines big enough for mother ships of any organisation to fly through, connecting all of the districts together.”
Martyn thought about this. Was what she was saying true? By strict rule of Big Brother, no districts were to be connected as it shows weakness. It allows the smuttier of the race to clutter the better. Logically, however, it seemed stupid to have seven different systems supplying food, water, waste removal to all seven different districts.
“Are you sure? The only way the districts communicate is by computer. That is how, illegally people travel from district to district, via, illegal as I say it again, uplinks…”
She cut him off. Her eyes darted towards the speakers and the digital screen nearby. They were trying to gain access to the room. The screen flickered with glimmers of green light. Adrenaline rushed through her blood and she knew they only had a few seconds to escape. She rushed to the computer that she used to upload Martyn.
“Computer! Quick! Martyn, I have trusted you. Now you must trust me. If they see us together, we will be killed. You either trust me on my theory or you die. It is your choice.” She screamed at him, hysterically.
She tapped at the keys ferociously and clicked at the mouse and Martyn watched as her body dissolved into green symbols and at the speed of sound rushed into the computer screen, leaving him alone in the chat room.
The speakers came to life and an awful formidable, robotic voice boomed out of them.
“Outsider detected. Initiating deletion of illegal chat room. Loading defensive weapons against intruder of yellow district. Mini-guns armed. Locked on target. Ready to fire in five seconds.”
Martyn looked at the computer screen and saw a flashing link. It read a message that somehow did not register in his mind:

Uplink used 02:09:21. Completed signal transfer 02:09:43. Destination required. Uplink safe. Reload Uplink?

Martyn wondered what whether to hit the return button on the keyboard or not. If he did he would narrowly escape the clutches of the evil demon hunting him and would speed digitalised towards an unknown destination or he could stay here and survive for about another three seconds before a computer-controlled mini-gun would pump him full of lead. What to choose? Unknown destination. He smacked down hard on the return button just in time to hear the first bullet cut the still, stagnant air as his body exited the terminal and by emergency power managed to route its way through a cable to a computer where he thought nothing existed.

Very exiting, give me more please.

Chapter three.

He woke after a heavy sleep in some foul sludge in the darkness. He looked around in the haze for Olivio who could just be seen because of her luminous overalls that glowed in the hungry dark.
“Where are we?” Martyn asked, still dazed from the dodgy travelling of the matrix.
“Not far from Grey District. We are in the sewers my good friend.”
Recognising the foul stench, Martyn jumped to his feet with his last ounce of energy, spitting the oddities from his mouth.
“That’s disgusting.” He vomited, gurgling.
“You’ll be saying how wonderful it is soon. How much you love it. The awe will take you over. For in this very sewer is salvation.” She declared with awesome strength in her voice.
There was a sharp click and thousands of overhead lights shone from about thirty metres above. The sewer was huge, with a long thin river of waste running in the dead centre. Luckily we were only half way to the centre, where Olivio has hooked up an old computer with bits that she could find. There were old coke cans and bits of tin, a sheet of glass and old wires used to make the monitor. The computer itself was an old box, probably swiped from a warehouse somewhere or maybe found down here in the sludge, connected to a variety of different things including a nineteen-forty’s gramophone that looked like it was used as a speaker to upload, download and uplink different electrical signals.
No wonder he felt so ill, the computer he had been uploaded to was an absolute wreck. But it was amazing that she had managed to get them out at all. She pushed me aside and clicked what appeared to be her mouse what really was just a piece of metal covered in rubber. She searched for the chat room and found what she was looking for. She hacked her way into a database of the mini-guns and cameras and managed to get a few glimpses of what had become of the room that they were in just a few minutes ago.
It had been indeed shredded to pieces by the mini-guns and the destruction of the computer had caused a small fire. Everything was gone.
“Was anything important in there?” Martyn asked her.
“No, not really, I just wanted to check to see if they saw you. Listen, third rule, if you are going to stay with me stay alive. Fourth rule, if you are going to stay alive, don’t slow me down. Fifth rule, if you slow me down, I start shooting, okay?”
“Certainly are a lot of rules, aren’t there?”
She sighed. He was going to be an absolute drag on this mission. He wouldn’t survive a day.
“So what’s next?” Martyn asked simply.
“There is a city ahead of this tunnel. I just don’t know in what direction to go. I left the map in the chat room. There is a ship at the city that we can use to get to Big Brother.”
“There’s a city down here? Wow! But how?”
“Listen! You know those little goody-two-shoe bitches in the movies who say to the guys fighting ‘Ask questions first, shoot later’”
“Yeah…” He trailed.
“Well I am not one of those girls! Keep your eyes open. Your mouth shut. And you’ll learn a few things.”
Olivio walked up to the cement paving that had been splattered with human waste and rolled up her sleeves to reveal a strange spherical gadget on a strap. She punched a few of the buttons on the rear side of the gadget and the screen flickered a little and exposed the code of the matrix and started to walk north of the computer, down the tunnel.
Martyn followed her, anxiously, wondering if, as she had said, if he would learn anything as their journey continued.
He wondered if the city was large or if it had an army, or possibly more people who wanted to join against Big Brother and his evil empire.
Ando so Martyn and Olivio travelled amongst the labyrinth of sewage passages until a bright white wall of light greeted them.
It was a huge floating luminosity that shone through the entire tunnel.
Olivio seemed happy to see the beauty of the shining white wall at the end of the tunnel.
“ What is this?” Martyn asked, “ Some kind of barrier?”
“ Close. It is one of the gates to the engineering level to the city. It is made physically of light. One thing you should know, the light does not accept any being. Not one person. The codes for the gates have to be hacked for us to get through and I am telling you now that there will be gunfire. But, once they realise who we are, we should be okay. Take this.”
She handed him a small silver case. There was a stylish print engraved onto the case with the letter ‘G’.
Martyn opened the case and found six beautiful rounded grenades with purple jewels encrusted into them.
“ Plasma grenades push the purple spots to activate them. When I hack the codes, I will send a peace signal through, but they will firstly still attack. See you on the other side.”
Olivio walked up to the wall of light and Martyn followed. They both could feel a mesmerising force over them, like a tenacious strength over them, protecting the city from further harm.
Olivio took her gadget that was still attached to her wrist and sent it flying into the wall of light.
A default voice from the computer spoke out into the sewer.
“ Accessing codes to Gate 307 of Veiled Dungeon. Searching Internet for Codes. Codes discovered. Code UviTY7.0╣≥ђךН65TRY#G#307. Overwriting gates.”
Martyn and Olivio watched as the light faded and two huge turrets appeared and four men; two on either side with auto-rifles in hand.
“ Intruders! Open fire!” Shouted a guard on duty.
The guards loaded their guns and started shooting and thousands of bullets darted through the air obliterating the atmosphere around them.
Martyn felt the pressure building. It would be a matter of milliseconds before his body was pumped full of lead, and his heart seized to pump blood around his and Olivio’s bodies.
Instinctively, Martyn reached for one of the grenades, and let it float from his hand and travel towards one of the luminous gun turrets. It imploded and the bullets nearby were sucked back into the blast killing the first two of the four guards.
“ We need backup now! We need reinforcements!” Shouted a guard before being shot by Olivio’s sci-fi handgun.
She beautifully jumped into the air, relying on the matrix itself to allow her to fly into the air at sluggish speed and fire her purple bullets of radiance into the surroundings killing her new enemies that had just arrived.
“ We are friends! We do not want to harm you! Read my signal!” She screamed, whirling and twirling in mid air. She punched her arm forwards and allowed the gadget to wriggle on her wrist and transmit a signal via infrared.
Yet the bullets kept coming, minute ovals of brilliance speeding towards them and at the speed of light.
The bullets kept flying towards them but then an amazing scientist with her long hazel hair tied back in a bun, wearing a stained lab coat arrived on the scene and waved her arm across her face, her palm facing towards them and miraculously the guns soared into the air with a pure light around her. She floated into the air and drifted towards them.
The surroundings were silent. Every bullet had ceased to rip the air and her azure eyes of serenity cleared the place. She outstretched her arms to both sides above the bodies that Olivio had slain with her plasma weapons. She soared upwards and a little and then dropped back down and all the time her eyes and hands had glowed an unruly azure light.
Martyn and Olivio watched as the symbols of the Matrix rushed out of her and they saw all the energy inside of her pulsing like a spiritual power that urged the dead to return to Earth.
She was a powerful being. A supernatural being.
“ Listen to me! The new fellows that walk amidst soil are our allies you fools! Put down your weapons! The woman there is our contact; Olivio and that man there her accomplice, Martyn of Grey.
And as for me, I am from the science labs of the supernatural. Do you remember the silly programme known as the Oracle, who said that when a programme deceives the mind of an unplugged human by means of showing them a ghost or an angel, they are a programme that is doing something they are not meant to be doing…well I am a programme. A rare one at that. One that undoubtedly you have not seen before. You will see many like me, new programmes, in your travels through this city that we call the Veiled Dungeon. However, I am doing my job by protecting this city by resurrecting its dead by means of Necromancy to create an army strong enough of defeating the one we call Big Brother!”
“And what are you called?” Olivio demanded. Martyn detected a tone of defence in her voice. She didn’t like the new woman. She felt an acute resent towards her.
“ My name is Boone, BiblioBoone.”

This just keeps getting better and better Love the name.

Heloo Sam
Caroline here
if u are going to use my nick name
at least u could spell it right BOON fool lol
ne hoo i luv ur writing keep it up!

Luv
Caroline Boon

SAM
hello post more *shakes fist*
now look what u made me do

Sam post more or i'll get angry...

Caroline Boon
xxxxx

Here's chapter four guys, Soon chapters five and six will be up! Hope you all like and btw soon I might b found on other sites aswell such as

Yay u posted more

I love it Sam

Luv
Caroline Boon
xxxx

This is great, looking forward to your next chapter

MatrixMaster, thanks for asking me to review your story, which is full of potential.
I especially liked this character detail in the first chapter:

Quote:

The two identical agents clicked their joints in their necks and slowly but surely walked down the cobble street and down to the suburbs of Brown District.

I can just see them doing that! Those agents are always clicking their necks in the movies.
Also, the color scheme is excellent. One thing that writers often have trouble with is color. Watching movies and learning about visual art is a good way to glean a good color sense. Which you obviously have done.
I'd like to recommend, if I might, that you read the book Planet of the Apes by Pierre Boulle if you have not already. I am of the opinion that most of the post-apocalyptic, dystopian (nightmarish future) fiction has its roots in this book. The book also has a great surprise ending, different from any movie version, which I am sure you would benefit from as a writer.
Bravo!
PS:
I am not much of a sci-fi writer (prefer cosmic horror) but I always thought that an interesting premise for a story like this would be that it is all happening underwater in the present day, since machines do not need to breathe. And at the end, the hero breaks free from the Matrix and swims up to the surface, where he sees - you guessed it - a twentieth century American aircraft carrier. That premise is yours to use if you wish, since I can't write this stuff.
I promise I won't sue if you get published!

Thanks alot Footloosifer, Yipman and Boon for all your posts and footloosifer i will keep some of your very intersting ideas in mind! Chapters 5 and six will be along shortly once i have done some spanish and tech revision....wot a drag....Boon u no wt i am talking about....o yeh and some history, english and science coursework....will schoolwork never end? O well....The next few chapters will be within a week....Speak to u all l8r and thanks agen!

Here is Chapter five everyone, introducing a new character, Sanitea, who is absed on my good friend Bansi.

Chapter five.

Boone led Martyn and Olivio up to the entrance of Titanoleon. She was an amazing ship, beautified with splendour. As they walked up to the opening of the ship, like a huge gaping mouth on the rear of the ship, somewhere inside a lesser being had fallen into the hands of corruption.
***

Sanitea was a small programme. If she had been human she would have been soon coming out of her teen years. She had smooth, dark, skin and appeared to be utterly innocent as she stared at the amazing screen, dotted with the matrix symbols, flashing here and there.
Her job as the Hybrid Hacker was to scour the Matrix in search of any units that may be flickering nearby, preferably agents, bastards that were out to annihilate the remaining numbers of the human race.
Typing on her virtual keyboard, silently, she spotted one. It was a Smith agent.
The pale man dressed in a morbid black swam through the sea of green symbols and a ripple affect occurred on the monitor of the Titanoleon mainframe. It was a pattern that she had never seen before. Then she was drawn into the pattern under a hypnotic force and she encountered a virus. A new virus, a virus that she had never seen before.
It flailed around on the computer screen and for a fraction of a second the Titanoleon firewall failed and opened a doorway to the second matrix.
Smith swam forwards at the speed of light through the monitor crashing over her like a wave of death. He shoved his bulky, ever-white hand into her chest and smiled a sinister smile.
“Smith will suffice!”
***

Biblioboone led them through the gateway into Titanoleon. The corridor was long and spacious and every few feet an EMP charger was attached against the wall with a case containing a gun, a new type of gun.
“As I was saying, the Smith agents have got yet another upgrade. Do you remember the last upgrade, just before the Sixth One, Neo was killed, the way they could duplicate themselves?”
“Yes, I remember. They used a new type of programme to overwrite programmes.” Martyn recalled.
“ Well there new upgrade has caused them to become hosts, to take over the body of another. It is how we have lost some of our greatest ships and crews. So now every ship has been equipped with a Hybrid Hacker to make sure no Smith agents are close by. Our programme is called Sanitea and she has the ability to transmogrify into liquid. We have made a joke; a cup full of Sanitea.”
No one seemed to be laughing accept the esteemed telekinetic necromancer. They walked up to a junction and down to the Control Room. The first body of Titanoleon.
“ Sanitea will be down here now, the operator, Lorelai and our on board researcher Boekbhav are both sleeping. Our captain will join us later.
This hallway holds the cabins where you will be sleeping.”
Sure enough there were cabins as they got loser to the control room.
As they neared the room, they saw a small figure lying on the floor, motionless.
“ Sanitea!” Boone screamed and broke into a run.
They erupted into the Control room and tested Sanitea’s pulse. There was a pulse and she was happy to feel so. Even if she was dead, Boone could bring her back with a wave of the hand.
“ Awake!” she shouted and a flash of green light filled the room.
Sanitea awoke with a minute difference in her eyes. She was frightened.
“ Where is it? An agent! An agent! Biblio, kill it! Kill it!”
She rose to her knees and then to her feet and peered behind Boone.
“Where? Where was the agent, Sanitea?”
“ It came…I was…sleeping…it came for…” Sanitea trailed off. Her eyes glazed over and she looked back up at Boone.
“ Oh my god, how embarrassing. I was sleeping; I must have had a nightmare. I feel awful to have worried you Biblio. I am so sorry. I think I just need some rest. Will you take over for me now?”
Boone didn’t register quickly, but she noticed an odd stance in Sanitea's as she paced away towards her cabin. She had looked different also. Like a new programme.
She looked so frightened, as if she had seen a ghost. But it was worse, she had seen an agent, invited it even, to control her body and take her hostage. And what was worse. Every single crewmember overlooked it as Sanitea walked away and let the virus develop inside her brain, crushing her from ever existing. Corrupting the ship before it had ever taken off. Here the story begins.

Wow this is exciting stuff. Need more now.

Bansi should feel so special
just like i do!

Your fan fic Rocks Sam
but you knew that already!

Luv
Boon xxxx

Your narrative style is evolving, MatrixMaster. Every chapter has been better than the previous one. I like the part where Sanitea is sleeping in the control room and they think she's dead. Reminds me of the end of Romeo and Juliet. Seems like something is going to happen with her in the next chapter.
Good job!
-F-

For real...shame on the mod for corrupting fifteen-year-old minds.

Chapter six.

Lorelai and Boekbhav sat at the computers in the control room reading the code of the Matrix as the new members of the crew slept in their cabins.
Lorelai was an astonishing woman bound by intelligence with wonderful long strands of brown hair that hid her from the world that dared to view her, whereas Boekbhav, also bound by intelligence was quirky and open to the surroundings, she smiled almost all the time as she ferociously hammered away at her keyboard.
“ So who are the new ones?” Lorelai asked Boekbhav as she swayed across the deck.
“ I have no clue. Probably some new recruits. We will find out their relevance one the captain gets here.”
“But why do we need new recruits? We are fine the way we are aren’t we. Sanitea is the best HH we have and us as combined forces…nothing can go wrong as far as intelligence is concerned.”
“Well there is your answer. Intelligence is done and dusted. But combat wise, apart from the captain and the Kung Fu that we all know, hand-to-hand combat isn’t that great. Apparently, according to this website, Olivio, the new woman, is an expert in martial arts, kung fu and Jujitsu and can handle three hundred different weapons!”
“And the man…the sluggish one with no brain.” Lorelai jabbed.
“His name is Martyn, a real live Zion breed. He was at the battle of Zion and as you can probably tell is a CC. He will have his uses.”
Boekbhav had the second sight, which allowed her to just worm her way slightly into a scenario of the future. The scenarios didn’t always come true but it had its uses and its great triumphant moments. There was a dark dormant power hidden in her that when under heavy pressure or inescapable doom, she managed to focus her psychic powers and guide her team to safety. This had happened once and since then she had considered herself worthy of the title: Oracle (which Biblioboone despised).
Lorelai was the operator of the ship and she had a fiery temper and was the first person to develop a self-operating system from within the matrix. Ergo, she could create entrances and exits from within any dimension, making her one of the most brilliant women alive.
She was born inside the second Matrix and apart from being the smart ass of the group, she was very intelligent and eloquent in everything that she did. She sat down at her monitor and stared at it for a while. She was bored and decided to browse the web.
She found some interesting comics that amused her for a while, like she used to do ever so frequently as a child.
Then the phone started to ring in her ear and the matrix window popped up, banishing the climax of the comedy/horror anime that she had been reading.
The captain was running inside away from three agents and he had on him a hands free kit and was speaking into it rapidly.
“ Operator!” Lorelai shouted down the speaker.
“I need an exit, now, Lorelai, there are too many of them!” The captain replied.
“Yes sir, what are you doing in there anyway?” She tapped brutally at they keys and homed in on a green symbol which re-emerged as a grotty phone booth near the captain.
“ Listen Lorelai, no time to explain. The exit?”
“Turn left!” She directed.
By this time, Boekbhav had rushed to the scene to see all the commotion.
“No your other left!” As the captain ran straight into a Chinatown stall, crashing down into a heap of vegetables, all the while the agents were catching up with him.
He got to his feet and carried on running towards the sound of a ringing phone. He saw the receiver gibbering on its hook and the agents started to open fire. Bullets flew through the air.
He sprinted and jumped to dodge the lead.
He leaped into the phone box and just as he put the receiver to his ear and escaped the matrix, a bullet pierced the phone and destroyed it.
***

He arrived back inside the ship from down on the lower deck.
Lorelai’s dashing face peered down upon his face.
“ Now what were you doing in the matrix. I didn’t even know you were on board, Kamador.” Lorelai persisted.
She irritated him just to see his reaction. He was a tall man with dark chestnut brown hair and hollow brown eyes. He wore all black to contrast his slightly peaky skin that was dotted with small tattoos including one that resembled a matrix symbol.
They heard all heard a stir in one of the cabins. Kamador climbed the ladder to the main deck and saw Martyn and Olivio standing in the corridor.
“Welcome to Titanoleon, I am Capt. Kamador.”

Thanks for your posts fro chapter five.
Footloosifer, thanks for ur comments on my narration, i'm glad thay you like it, but i didn't relaly get your second message, however i did look wonderingly to your subject...most boys do have two testicles....well done...lol! Jk, Hope u liked Ch6 everone....

As usual a great chapter. Halal.

MatrixMaster wrote:

i'm glad thay you like it, but i didn't relaly get your second message, however i did look wonderingly to your subject...

I looked wonderingly too. The moderator of this forum or somebody on the site altered what i wrote to say "testicles". Seriously!
I wrote "Footloosifer's Two testicles". I don't know if that expression is used in England, but it means "my opinion."
Anyway, carry on.

footloosifer wrote:

I wrote "Footloosifer's Two testicles".

He did it again!
-F-

This was so hard for m to write in daylight, if your as chicken as me, don't read this at night. But i suppose it meant more to me as these people that are in ch 7 are my second family. God Bless them.

Chapter Seven.

The seven people and programmes sat around the table at dinner sipping, a whitish grey consistency that tasted truly of nothing. Kamador, Martyn, Boone, Olivio, Boekbhav, Lorelai and Sanitea all ate in deep conversation.
“ So Kamador, why were you in the matrix?” Lorelai questioned him, raising her eyebrows.
“ No real reason. I just went to see if any agents were lurking around, which they seemed to be. I heard from another ship that for some strange reason they have started to occupy certain parts of the matrix more heavily. Including the building, where the old Oracle used to be situated.”
“Stupid old bag! Why bother going there Kamador? She was the silliest bitch of them all and she was half the reason that this war spun out of control and killed Neo and the others in the first place.” Biblioboone spat, disgusted with the mentioning of the oracle.
“Well for some reason they are guarding that building. Probably their new headquarters or something. I’m not sure. So now when ever anyone goes into the matrix, everyone be especially careful. An agent could be just under your nose.”
The irony in this last sentence made Sanitea giggle under her breath. Her eyes darted this way and that. She saw her face in a the spoon she was eating with and every now and then she saw the face of Smith leering back at her with his menacing eyes. She had to tell them. But then could she be sure? Was she sure? He was like a ghost haunting her ever since the crash in the control room. For now she wouldn’t say anything. She finished her last mouthful of food and got gingerly up from the table and excused herself.
Suddenly she blanked out, but kept walking. She could hear a whispered song drifting through her. She peered at the monitor with the dazzling code flickering down the screen like a sheet of hail. With every lyric of this song, she shuddered. Then a soft piano entered and a clap of thunder overwrote it for a second. She saw Smith’s face in the reflection of the emerald code and her skin went cold and the haunting song continued.
“Where has my heart gone
an uneven trade for the real world
oh I...
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all”
She heard the ghostly whisper sing to her. The melody of the song pursued her and as she swayed this way and that, her lips curled into a crooked smile and in front of her mind, a picture of Smith flickered and no more did he seem so sinister. She embraced him and the picture stayed there.
The Titanoleon light flickered a little and failed to illuminate the room totally. Sanitea walked down the passage slowly and turned into her cabin, forever smiling as the horrific parasite, took her over, with slow pain ebbing at her mind, taking her into a world where there was no return.
***

Back in the dining quarters, no one had seen Sanitea quietly slip out of the room and had ceased to talk about the oracle under Boone’s strict orders.
“So when will we be ready for take off?” Boekbhav asked her captain.
“ Straight after dinner.” Kamador replied.
“ Great. Now we can really se what this puppy can do.” Olivio screeched, glancing at Boone with a look that said ‘now lets see whose so great.’
The group took their last mouthfuls of the meal and proceeded to the main deck, where the lights had blown.
“Oh great ship, even the basic electrics aren’t working!” Olivio shouted, looking over at Boone. “ This is useless, I mean, how do you expect to master inter-dimensional travel with a ship that can’t even handle a few lighting circuits.”
“ Oh do shut up Ollie.” Martyn countered. The whole deck was silent and then the group heard a quiet humming. A small tune coming from Sanitea’s room. It flowed right through the deck and the lights flickered back on.
“ Don’t worry, she’s just humming some song she probably heard.” Boekbhav said.
Everyone got in his or her seats apart from Olivio, who stared down the hallway, listening to the tune, wondering where she had heard it before. A chill travelled her body and as the ship lifted off the ground, she sat down too for comfort. Although she knew she closer to home than she had been in a long time, she felt the isolation of the matrix smother her just as the soothing melody of Sanitea’s hum had taken the breath from her lungs.
Titanoleon hovered off the ground and as they slowly drifted into the gate leading down to the other side of the tunnel, Sanitea’s humming ceased. It was quiet on deck. Not silent. Just quiet, for the matrix that hailed down on the screen made the computers hum too, like a chorus of under-screeching that only she, Olivio, seemed to hear. She closed her eyes and the terror began.