Chapter 1199: The Matrix (12)

AD.2156.5.21
Normandy, restaurant.
"Good morning, Neo."
"Neo? Did you sleep well?"
When Anderson limped to the restaurant on the second deck, he got many surprised eyes.
"Uh, I don't know, it was normal before going to bed last night. I got sore limbs when I got up this morning." Anderson grudgingly smiled at Trinity who was trying to help him, and casually found a place to sit on the pure white table. under.
"It must have been excessive exercise in the connection program yesterday." The young man named "Mouse" said with a grin.
"Excessive exercise in virtual space?" Anderson pinched his arm.
"Although the lethal feedback was deleted there, there have been examples of serious injuries in it and feedback to reality before," the mouse tapped on his own head: "Believe that if we die, we will really die. Believe that we are injured. There will also be corresponding reactions in the limbs, and you, Neo, you think you over-exercised yesterday."
"..." Anderson began to try to convince himself that he did not over-exercise yesterday, and now he has no sore limbs.
"It's late, this is reality. Those psychological hints are not universal here." At this time, several chefs pushed the dining car over, and Trinity took a metal box and placed it in front of him.
"Hmm... these..." Anderson opened the lid, and inside was a grid of food, cereal, bread slices and some kind of meat, at least it seemed.
"They are all industrial products," said the tank with pigtails on his head. "Maybe it tastes bad, but Zion has tried his best."
"I actually have been thinking about a question," the bald code knocked on the dinner plate: "When we are in the matrix, the taste we obtain is simulated by it, right? But how do a group of machines know the taste of normal food? Maybe we The steak that I ate inside is actually chicken flavor, but because we have neither steak nor chicken, we don’t know."
"That's why we want to beat the matrix." Morpheus sat down at the table with the dinner plate, interrupted the upcoming discussion, and then looked at Anderson: "We have to meet someone in the matrix today. Neo."
"Is it [the prophet]? I seem to have heard everyone talk about it," Anderson nodded, "but why isn't he on the ship or Zion? He doesn't want to leave the matrix?"
"It's ‘she’," Morpheus shook his head: "She can’t leave the matrix, but her prediction has never been missed. We can find you. A large part of the reason lies in her."
"Oh..." Anderson, who didn't know what to say, began to taste the breakfast. It was tasteless, but it was still easy to eat.
"This is the last action before returning to Zion. The task is not heavy but cumbersome. Everyone is cheering up!" Morpheus turned to arrange work.
"Don't worry, Neo, I will protect you." Trinity next to Anderson whispered to him.
Is it reversed in various senses?
【AD.1999.5.21】
"Ring Ling Ling--"
In the middle of the mottled-walled warehouse, a building is empty. There is a low wooden table on which there is an old-fashioned dial dial telephone. This telephone keeps ringing. It seems that if no one answers it, it will be ready. Keep going like this.
"Ring Ling Ling--"
Along with the ringing, a circle of green letters and numbers began to appear around the phone.
"Ling Ling--" "Crack."
When the ringing reached the sixth time, a figure condensed from the imaginary, and his hand picked up the phone behind him, interrupting the disturbing ring.
"We're here." Morpheus, in a trench coat and sunglasses, said into the receiver.
At the same time, the images of Trinity, Anderson, passwords, switches and pagers were condensed behind him at the same time.
Everyone's clothes and expressions are very serious, but Anderson's expression of "My muscles are not sore?" ruined the atmosphere.

After a while, Anderson sat in the car driven by the switch, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar streets and pedestrians outside.
"I thought of something." He said suddenly.
"What?" Morpheus of the co-pilot responded.
"If everyone here is the'battery' of the matrix," Anderson pointed out the car window: "Then they don't seem to be the right number. As far as I know, there are only 6 billion people on Earth, and so many galaxies. if……"
"So, what do you think?" Morpheus was noncommittal.
"I think maybe a large part of people are dormant?" Anderson said uncertainly.
"No, Neo," Trinity said this time: "Because there is more than one earth in the matrix."
"..." The answer beyond expectation left Anderson speechless.
"We don’t know how many there are, and the inhabitants of the same earth have no common characteristics. As far as we know, the number of the earth you are on is [616], and the earliest earth is called [Earth 0] "Morpheus continued.
"This number is not bad." Anderson responded dryly.
"We're here." At this moment, the car stopped, Morpheus nodded to Anderson, and took the lead to pull the door and get out of the car.
"Well... this is it?" After Anderson got out of the car, he looked at the scene in front of him for a moment and didn't know what to say.
It is a manor with a huge area. Through the iron fence of the main entrance, you can see a green grass. In the middle of the grass is a white stone road decorated with statues on both sides. It leads to a building with bright yellow and green green. Three-storey European-style villa in shades.
"The appearance is not important. The institutions she set up in each world are different, but the functions are relatively similar-to accommodate children who perceive the reality of the world and show'superpowers' or'magic'." Murphys Standing side by side with Anderson, looking at the villa together.
"Can't Zion pick up those kids? No, wait, every world? You mean the ‘prophet’ is a program?" Anderson turned his head to look at Murphys in surprise.
"In principle, we will not take away underage children. Their minds and bodies are not suitable for growing up in the real world," Morpheus shook his head: "As for the second question, I also asked the Prophet the same, and she answered at the time. Say [What do you think?]."
"that--"
"If you have any questions, you can ask her in person, we have had enough time." Morpheus interrupted Anderson's questioning, and went to the college villa first.
"Uh...you are not coming?" Anderson looked at the switch and Trinity left in the car.
"I have to stand by here, and always stay in a state where I can drive away," the short white hair switched his head and responded without turning his head: "Those agents may come out of an unknown sewer at any time."
"I asked the prophet about my future before," Trinity motioned to the villa: "Trust me, if you ask the same question, you won't want to see her again."
"Hmm..." Although Anderson still had many questions, such as why the password and the pager didn't act with this side, Morpheus was already about to walk through the gate of the manor, so he had to quickly catch up.
On the nameplate at the entrance of the manor, a row of copper characters are clearly visible under the sun:
"Xavier Genius Youth Academy".
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