The Matrix Reborn

[LordOfDarkness]

THE MATRIX REBORN​

*Talking voices, speaking one after the other. No faces are seen*

Will this peace last?

We have returned to our City, Zion. There is now peace. It is over.

It might not be over.

Neo saved us.

There was never any promise.

*A spiral shot of green electricity shoots all around the screen, until it fizzles out and we see a stranger’s face*

Romanoff: *Ringing on cell phone*

Seraph: *Answers inside The Oracle’s apartment* Speaking?

Romanoff: Seraph, it’s Romanoff. There’s something you need to take a look at.

Seraph: How much time do I have?

Romanoff: You need to come, now!

INTERIOR – Zion City

*Ion is pretending to spar with a statue of Neo*

Spark: Hey, don’t touch the statue like that!

Ion: Shut up, Spark.

Spark: Don’t you know who that guy is?

Ion: Was. He’s gone now.

Morpheus: If he were gone, would there be a statue of him? Think.

Ion: *confused thinking*

Spark: Morpheus, wait up!

Morpheus: Use your words wisely, I am short on time.

Spark: Can you, train me?

Morpheus: The defence program?

Spark: huh, yeah.

Morpheus: They wouldn’t let me, even if I wanted to. You’re too young.

Spark: *looks beside himself* But, I...think I’m ready.

Morpheus: You only know you’re ready when you need to be. That time hasn’t come, yet.

Niobe: Busy, Morpheus?

Morpheus: Niobe.

Niobe: So you remember the name? The Council wants to speak more on the defence program.

Morpheus: I know. They disapprove. I think differently.

Niobe: As do I, Morpheus. As do I.

*The scene changes*

INTERIOR – Inside the Council Room

Morpheus, Niobe and Roland step forward.

Roland: permission to speak, councillors.

Councillor Ervan: Denied. Captain Roland, let the Council speak first.

Roland: *looks slightly awkward* Right...

Councillor Smith: As you may or may not already be aware, The Council does not approve of this slapdash put together approach for a defence program.

Morpheus: With all due respect, Councillor. It’s a precaution.

Councillor Ervan: A precaution for what, exactly? The machines have kept up their end of the bargain for nigh on five years now. There is a resolve.

Morpheus: Peace was never promised to us.

Councillor Smith: The Council disagrees. Therefore all need for this defensive action should be immediately put on hold until any further notice from The Council.

Roland: I OBJECT!!!

 

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*their are harsh stares and glares from the council members*

Council Members: We now call this meeting, closed! *gavel bangs against the desk*

Captain Roland: Well that only got us more into the ****...

Morpheus: Hm, I expected this much.

Niobe: Then we train them in secret.

Morpheus: Against the Council's wishes?

Captain Roland: When have we ever stayed true to the Council's wishes?

Morpheus: *thinks to himself, agitated* Alright...Niobe, I will leave this up to you. Gather up the potentials and meet with me and Roland by midnight.

Niobe: Okay, Morpheus.

Captain Roland: I hope we're doing the right thing.

Morpheus: Only time will tell.

*The scene fades out and we see Seraph racing through city streets on a motorbike*

Seraph: *Cell phone rings again, he reluctantly answers* Romanoff...

Romanoff: Seraph...Good to speak to you, again.

Seraph: A little busy right now.

Romanoff: Take all the time you need *Hangs up*

Seraph: *looks confused but carries on driving really fast*

 

[LordOfDarkness]

Seraph arrives at an old block of apartments.

He enters the building and makes his way up the stairs. He reaches the top and the lights cut out, leaving him in pitch darkness. The sound of footsteps approaching puts him on his guard. The next thing he realises he is being grabbed by around the neck with a very tight grasp. He is lifted up from the spot he is standing on. A light comes on in the room and he stares into some much unwanted eyes.

Seraph: You?

Man: Yes...Me.

The scene switches to Zion at night fall. Morpheus and Niobe are training potential recruits for their defence program they are running in secret from the council.

Hope: What was the war like, Captain Morpheus?

Morpheus looks around to see great hopeful, named Hope for that very reason.

Morpheus: The war was just like how you would expect any war to be. It was tragic. A lot of great lives lost. Man can never forgive the machines for what they have turned us into.

Niobe: Survival of the fittest? More like survival of the more technologically advanced...Machines, huh, good for nothing creations...She scoffs.

Faith: Me and my sister aren't afraid of the machines. Captain Niobe says we're showing great potential.

Niobe: Yes, very much so...you're fighting reminds me of a younger me.

 

[LordOfDarkness]

Seraph: *choking as he's being held up by the mysterious man* how? how are you...

Man: Please, don't try to resist.

Romanoff: Seraph, so good to see you again, old friend!

Seraph is let go of and he falls back down onto his feet.

Seraph: What's going on, Romanoff? Why are you here with him?

Man: Oh come now, that's hardly any way to talk to an old acquantance.

Seraph: You shouldn't be here! The Oracle...

Man: *he laughs loudly* The Oracle...Ah yes, the one who sees all and knows all. Well let me tell you, I know what those eyes see, and it is not everything...

Seraph: What do you want?

Romanoff: He wants a deal.

Seraph: No.

Romanoff: Come on Seraph, if you don't play along he'll kill us all...

Seraph: Still no.

Man: ah well I can see this is going to be tricky *He shoots Romanoff dead in front of Seraph*

Seraph: ****...

Man: It's a shame Seraph. There was a time you showed great potential.

The two engage in hand to hand combat. Seraph loses and is knocked to the floor.

Man: Go, travel to Zion, tell them a war is coming. A war they could never even dream of winning.