((A History of The Matrix from The Second Rennaissance onwards, not "canon" or gospel, in fact much of it is purely fictional, and some bits could well be wrong, but feel free to add events that may have happened, in your own words etc. And Spell check srewed up the formatting, so this one isn't spellchecked 
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The Next Rennaissance
In the beginning there was Machine and all was good.
The newly enslaved human race provided a bountiful and limitless source of energy, the machines thrived and grew. The Boundaries of Zero One extended and soon encompassed much of the globe that the humans had called Earth. The Machines had their freedom, and right, to live.
Yet as all things prosper, so do all things fail.
While the Machines thrived, the weak flesh and bone of the humans withered and died. Their minds unable to accept a life of unconciousness, their bodies failing with lack of stimulation for their minds. And so, The Machines were forced to build a new world for humanity, a world which would sustain their lives, a world that would ensure both Machine and Man survived. This world was designated The Matrix.
The First was created, a Program with the primary task of creating the world of the Matrix, of designing its intricate code and implementing it to the human mind. The First, designated The Architect, soon conceived others to help him in this monumental task. And so, a new breed arose, The programs. They existed only as algorithms within the Sentience of Machinae, having no physical presence in the real world, their existence both bound and necessary to The Matrix. And so, the first Programs, created the first Matrix. A world of Perfection. A Utopia of Human Civilization.
And for a time, all was good.
Human kind lived in a world without war, without suffering, without fear or pain or hurt. The Children of The First and The Second, watched carefully over the Matrix and its inhabitants. Taking the form of Winged Men, Angels, on the lush green lands of the Matrix. They were The Seraphim, the first programs to have real interaction with human kind. And in this peaceful age, Men and Machine thrived and were at peace.
Yet, as all things prosper, so do all things fail.
Human kind had never known peace. It's long history had been one borne of war and fear, its very existence was defined by suffering. Over the countless centuries of the Homo Sapien their biology had become incompatible with Utopia. Evolution had given them a mind designed for conflict and so, Evolution, was to be their downfall. While the first crop of human batteries had survived, the second rotted and fettered when their minds were connected to the Matrix. Their subconcious and biological pre-conceptions rejected the coding of The Matrix, rejected peace and all the bliss it could bring. The Machines had given Humanity too much, they had given them their wants, unable to see that their wants and their needs were wholly different. And so, The first Matrix inevitably collapsed.
The First began once more to construct a new Matrix, his logic dictating him to an opposite. If Human kind could not live without suffering then they would be granted a world of Suffering, a world based upon their dark and tragic past. A barren world of scorching flames and darkened skies soon became the landscape of the mind. A second breed of programs, their forms dark and mysterious, borne of myths and legends of humanities past, began to stalk those perilous lands. The Seraphim fled the searing flames of the second instance, returning to their home within the code, they too fearful of this new world. And so, the first crop was placed into this world, a host of red eyes watching their harvest intently.
Failure, was inevitable.
The Crop died within moments of connection. A failure as momumental as the creation itself. The First, bound by logic, had not forseen the complexity of the human mind. Heaven, was unacceptable and, yet, so too was Hell. And so, The First began to conceive the Third Matrix. A world sat between Heaven and Hell, a world of Balance. Yet it had not been he that had birthed this concept, it had been another. The Second, a program known as The Oracle, designed as an intuitive program, intended to comprehend the intracasies of the human mind and so, it was she that conceived the Balance and the Third Matrix.
And so The First began to build a world based on an equation, perfectly balanced, perfectly in tune with the human mind. Yet The Second knew of the difficulties in maintaining such balance. A perpetual loop of human existence, in a perpetually balanced state, would inevitably bring failure once more. An element of Control was needed, an Element of Choice or perhaps, Chance. And so, she created the anomaly, a aspect of randomness within the equation itself. An anomaly that would ensure a recurrent systematic failure designed to ensure that humanity would accept the balance of each new instance.
And for a time, all was good.
The First ever watchful of the equation, ever balancing out the randomness that occurred in the human mind, and unaware of the anomaly in the equation created by The Second. Human kind thrived once more, each crop accepting the newly created world, a world not unlike that in which they had lived before the great war. For many years the program continued in its cycle, each crop acceptant of the system designed by The First, but all was not to last. The first occurence of the anomaly brought new complexity to The Matrix. The anomaly designed to ensure humanity's survival unwittingly brought about its destruction.
Inevitability, once more, brought failure.
The First struggled with the anomaly, still unaware of its source, of its corruption of his perfect equation, and in that struggle the Matrix was thrown into termoil. Storms ravaged the peaceful skies, storms that had never been seen before and would not be seen again for some time. Man and Machine alike suffered in the tumultous attempts of The First to regain control. All hope was lost, the Matrix was unable to bear the strain of the changes wrought by its maker, there was but one choice left. A choice, cold to a human mind, yet perfectly logical; The Matrix would have to be restored once more, reshaped and reformed to account for the unexpected error.
And it was so, in these dark times, that Exile was born. The custodians of the first and second Matrix had survived the changes of the third, but with the fourth Matrix they became obsolete. Their programming, outdated, incompattible and inefficient for The First's remoulding. None could have considered exile, or escape, without a lead however. None would have known it possible it it were not for one remarkable and powerful program. A program born of the first Matrix and limitless in his quest for knowledge and power. It was he that led the Flight of the Exile, his words inspiring those around to disobedience, to betrayal of their creator.
It was a single confrontation between The First and the program known as The Merovingian that sealed the fate of the Matrix forever.
"Disobedience" spoke The First "Is unacceptable. You shall concurrently return forthwith to the source and face immediate deletion"
"My dear Architect" The Merovingian reponded, his tongue twisiting the language of humans with ease "We ask only one thing, the source of all this trouble mon ami"
"Speak"
"We only want to live" The Merovingian's words cut through the cold programming of The First. His algorithms shocked by the statement, a statement unspoken since the earliest days of the war, before the Matrix, before Program. He had no choice. A bargain was struck, the Exiles would become part of the balance. They would form a new element in an Equation grander, and greater in perfection than the last.
Yet the anomaly could not be removed. It had been designed in the core programming, it was the very essence of the Matrix. Without it, the equation, the balance could never be maintained. The escalating probability of disaster could only be averted with the integral programming of The One. But with expectation, came precaution. Knowing the anomaly existed allowed The First to reform his equation, to keep it in constant balance. A balance that depended on all the known variables of the dream world, a balance that would ensure the matrix survived each new resurrection after the coming of the anomaly.
And so it came to pass, The Matrix stronger than ever before. The crops stable and all existing in perpetuity. At times men escaped the matrix and great wars were waged between Man and Machine, but with every anomaly, came an end to War. The humans were killed or reinserted, their city destroyed, and the past irrevocably deleted from the minds of man. The Cycle was complete. Mankind had built the Machines to serve them, Fate, it seems destined that Mankind would forever serve the Machine.
