It was perfect, too perfect. A flawless execution with the fruits of years of planning right in front of me, just waiting to be taken. The operation was one no one could or even would think of dream let alone doing but I did. And best of all it didn't matter if I lived or died. I would still be remembered being as great if not greater then Neo himself to humanity and Zion. Bringing a real end to the war and not this bull *CENSORED* truce we have going on today.
All the days I spent planning, the *CENSORED* I had to put up with from those that claimed to be real Zionites most of whom have never in a sentinel let alone know what its like to have one try and kill you. The years spent trying to gain the Agents trust all the while listening and watching them. Examining every movement they made and every word they spoke. Learning their minds slowly and in the end I would almost call myself an Oracle for Agents. I knew in my mind what every move they would ever make and what they would do in any kind of situation. Like the Oracle I knew it all.
But I still skipped one very, very important detail while planning.
I had him, right in front of me with the gun drawn and aimed at that old wrinkled face of his. I should have known something was up when he just kept giving me that same smug smile he always has on in front of humans. That "I'm better then you are" grin he was famous for and all I could think about was how great it was going to be to wipe it off him forever.
We just stared at each other. My gun in his face. He moved his finger and pressed a button on that little pen remote he has. I should have shot him there but curiosity got the better of me. The circle walls of Televisions instantly disappeared and were replaced with white. Pure white all around us like in a loading construct and hurt to look if you tried to find the end of it all. Which I shouldn't have taken the time to do, not that it mattered anyway.
Because I had to overlook that one detail.
All that white, that pure white was soon blocked from view. They came out from no where. Just appeared out of thin air. No bluepill host or anything. The formed a perfect circle around us and for miles they seemed to extend from it. A sea of black suits and guns all focused on the same point, me. I already knew what they were waiting for. Any hint of movement from their target. If I so much as flinched now they would fire. It didn't matter thought, as I said even if I died I would still be honored above all others and never forgotten. It was all I could do but keep from smiling knowing in my head that I had won.
But that look. That same look that bore into me was still on his face. Just staring at me, no sense of fear or anything, just that same look. I pulled the trigger. They pulled their triggers. You thought hearing one gun shot was load, try hearing over a million at once. But I had forgotten that one very important detail. The architect was a god, and you can not kill a god.
The barrel of my gun only one foot away from his head and he dodged it. Only moving his head to the side. His chair never moved, his body never moved, only his head. And now as I fall to the floor in my own mess I realize that I was right. The war and the truce were now over and I would always be remembered and never forgotten. But the victor was not humanity, it was the Machine.
((So i coudlnt sleep last nigth because I had this little senerio running threw my mind and decided to turn it into more then idea but a short story. I really wish I had some sort of artistic abillty so i could draw this as a comic and not just write it but I think even in writeing it came out decent. Oh and FYI the main character isnt Gami. The event never happend as the end should tell you. Just a sort of non matrix canon fan fic thingy I guess =P Anyway Feel free to add your own if you have any and coments are always welcomed.))
