Chapter 1200: The Matrix (13)

【AD.1999.5.21】
Xavier College of Talented Youth.
When Anderson opened the front door of the college, he saw "self".
"Is it popular here to put a mirror at the door?"
He tilted his head suspiciously, and "I" followed him. He tried to wave his hand, and "I" also raised his hand and waved simultaneously. Finally, he took out the scissors, "I" made the cloth, and won.
"I've never seen a guy who can play guessing at a mirror. If you are not too smart, you are too stupid." After losing the guessing, the opposite "Anderson" turned into a little blue-skinned girl with a confused look.
"If you want to play like this next time, it's best to find a place where the internal and external environment is not much different." Anderson sincerely suggested.
"Huh, troublesome," the little girl sneered, brushing past Anderson, and then turning to Morpheus in front of him: "Hi, bald."
Morpheus helped the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, ignoring it, the little girl returned to her original form, kicked him in the calf, and ran away.
"I'm disturbed by what might happen next." Anderson shrugged without seeing Morpheus's eyes.
"You can't reason with children, especially children with ‘super powers’." Morpheus responded lightly, and then walked over Anderson to the front.
Next, Anderson and Morpheus did encounter some children with strange abilities.
The strong boy with bronze skin is playing hide-and-seek with the flashing girl, the little boy with red goggles and the child who looks like a dinosaur emit light waves to each other, and the white-haired girl with white eyes and thunder and lightning is using thin thunder and lightning. Chasing a blond boy with a hammer.
Fortunately, they didn't seem to be interested in Anderson, so he relaxed a little and arrived at the reception room smoothly.
"Wait here," Morpheus said, "The Prophet will let you know when he wants to see you."
"But there seems to be no staff here. How did the prophet know we are here?" Anderson looked around. There were some children in the corner of the spacious living room, but they played relatively quietly, such as building block puzzles, playing cards and tableware.
"I know she knows," Morpheus found a sofa and sat down. "And she also knew I knew she knew."
"...Oh." Anderson refused to join the conversation that could fall into an infinite loop by accident. He looked around and walked towards the kid who was fiddling with the tableware.
It was a cute little boy with blond hair and blue eyes. On the small table in front of him was a small pile of knives, forks and spoons, as if he had just knocked over a cutlery box.
Seeing Anderson approaching, he silently picked up a spoon and handed it over.
"Kids don't play with tableware, they are dangerous." Anderson rejected the spoon, and then took away all the knives and forks.
"..." The little boy looked at him with a hard expression on his expression.
"[Mr. Thomas Anderson, please go to the kitchen with the cutlery in your hand.]" There was a broadcast in the reception room.

"Hello, uh... Prophet?" Anderson's greeting was stuck halfway through.
In a fully equipped kitchen with brand-new stainless steel kitchen utensils everywhere, a bald woman wearing natural monk costumes is cooking. This combination is a bit too strong.
"You can call me [AncientOne], or Yao, Neo." She said to Anderson in a gentle and magnetic voice.
The ancient one? This code name is a bit strange.
Anderson looked around, planning to put the knife and fork in the sideboard before talking.
"They don't belong here." Gu Yi said suddenly.
"Uh, what?" Anderson opened the sideboard, and found that the tableware and the knives and forks in his hands were not a set at all, and they looked like they had just been washed, and it seemed that they shouldn't be put together with those in his hands.
"Those tableware," Gu Yi turned around and said in a calm tone: "This sideboard is not lacking in anything, and you should have these things in Eric's hands."
"So," Anderson looked inside the sideboard for unknown reasons, then at the ones in his hands: "Should these knives and forks be here?"
"Although they don't belong to this box, who can be sure that they shouldn't be put in?" Gu Yi asked back: "You are holding them now, and what do you think?"
"I think... maybe these tableware are enough in normal times, but there will be a lot of guests someday, so there is no problem with putting more tableware." Anderson replied.
"But for the sake of the beauty of the table, these unmatched tableware may be completely useless at ordinary times." Gu Yi continued to talk about tableware.
"In any case, they shouldn't be worthlessly folded into strange shapes by the child, so that their value as tableware itself will be lost." Anderson insisted on his point of view.
"But who can be sure that their value is not reflected in the ability to allow Eric to better grasp his own ability?" Gu Yi smiled slightly: "You are holding them now, so you should decide their positions."
Anderson nodded, turned on the faucet and flushed the utensils on the handle, then put them all in the sideboard.
"In any case, remember your choice." Gu nodded, and did not comment on Anderson's behavior.
I always felt that this "prophet" was playing a riddle with myself, but because I didn't know what she was referring to, I could only express my true thoughts.
Anderson pondered for a while, but to no avail, he tried to shift the topic to the right track: "Master Gu Yi, about me..."
"Savior, yes, you [can be]," Gu Yi replied: "Every child outside [can be], anyone who knows the truth can become a savior, the only difference is which of them will succeed ."
It seems that the prophet does not intend to speak normally? Anderson began to think about how to use words to get her to give herself a clear answer.
"Even if I give you a clear answer, you wouldn't take it seriously, would you?" Gu Yiqiu said before Anderson spoke: "You don't believe in fate, and hope that everything can make your own choice, only caused by your own choice. The result will be your approval."
"Uh..." Anderson, who had actually made this plan, scratched his face.
"It's okay, it's human nature," Gu Yi took out a bag of cookies: "When you step out of this door, you will face your choices and fate. I think these snacks will bring you a little luck. "
"Well, thank you." Anderson took the bag and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Morpheus, I—"
"Don't tell me anything."
After returning to the meeting room, Anderson was about to relay the words of the Prophet to Morpheus, but he was stopped by raising his hand.
"That is your choice and your destiny. It should not be interfered with by other people's opinions," Morpheus looked at Anderson with a firm tone: "It's like believing that you are the'savior' is my destiny."
So no matter what he says, will the captain firmly believe that he is the "savior"?
It feels a little troublesome, but also a little joyful to be trusted.
"Well...then, this is the cookie given by the prophet, do you want to eat it?"
"It seems that she likes you very much," Morpheus squeezed a few pieces: "I haven't had this treatment for several times."
"Has anyone asked the prophet about the future?" Anderson asked curiously.
"Everyone on board who can enter the matrix has tried. Some are willing to make it public, and some want to keep it secret, but basically everything is achieved," Murphys responded: "Regarding the contents that can be made public, you can go back after you—"
Bang!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!"
The conversation between the two was interrupted by the sudden sound of fragmentation and the cry of children. When they looked over, they found that the flower pot in front of a girl with many small flowers in her hair was broken by the big metal-skinned boy. .
Although the boy was confessed by the girl who could flash around by pulling his ears, the little girl with flowers above his head kept sobbing.
"Come on, here are the cookies made by the Prophet."
In Anderson's surprised gaze, Morpheus walked over and started using the bag of cookies to attract the girl's attention. That scene... If the size difference is larger, you can stage "King Kong".
"I'm waiting for you outside..." Anderson couldn't bear to look straight, opened the door and walked out of the college.
The scenery outside the door is no different from before they entered, but there seems to be something wrong.
After looking around for two laps, Anderson finally found out where the car that Trinity and Switch were driving was going to?
"[Nio, great, I finally contacted you!]" The tank’s anxious voice came from Anderson’s headset: "[Listen, our landing site was attacked by agents, you must go to us for the first time The villa we met is escaping urgently!]"
"How about the pager and the password? What about Trinity and the switch?" Anderson asked immediately, a little surprised.
"[They are running away! I can't help them!]" The tank's voice sounded anxiously: "[Oh! Goodness! Morpheus was caught! No!]"
"Who did you say was caught?" Morpheus in the sunglasses and windbreaker walked out of the door, raising his hand and pressing the headset.
"[Uh...Morpheus? You obviously...why? This one is also true...There are two?]" The tank was surprised to the point that his voice became incoherent.
"Where are Trinity and the switch?" Murphys looked serious: "I said that after entering the prophet's territory, all means of communication will fail. Unless you encounter an attack, you must wait for me to come out to act. Why don't you stop them ?"
"[But, did you really come out?]" The tank organized a little bit of language: "[You said that the prophet let Neo and the mirror compare the boxing, you can't go if you don't win, so go back to the login point and check the password and pager preparations. How are the supplies...]"
"..." Anderson and Morpheus glanced at each other, thinking of the same person, that strange little girl who could become someone else.
"Tank," Murphys said solemnly: "Call in the bulldozer and the mouse, prepare the weapon, and immediately control the pager and password after returning to Normandy. Although I don't know which of them has a problem, I am prepared."
"[Uh, okay,]" The tank seemed to weigh the known news: "[Hey! Bulldozer! Go get my plasma gun out!]"
"It looks like you have a ghost in your people," Anderson looked at Murphys, who frowned. "But what about surrendering to the matrix? His body is still on the boat."
"This can only prove... that he is ready to reconnect himself to the matrix," Murphys raised his eyebrows and held the headset again: "Tank, activate the invisible device, and try to cruise within the range that can maintain the matrix connection. , I suspect that those pioneers are about to launch an attack."
"[Ok, Morpheus, but you have to come back as soon as possible. The connection range is so large that our invisible device cannot last for long under high-intensity scanning.]"
"Okay." Murphys put his hand down and looked at Anderson. "Let's go."
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When Morpheus and Anderson arrived in the old villa by taxi, Trinity and others had not arrived yet. Judging from the yelling and yelling of the tank, they had not been able to escape the pursuit.
The witty operator unilaterally transferred the contact sent by the chased party to Anderson and Morpheus, and then showed the anger, chagrin and strength of losing the captain, which made him want to give him a actor award.
"Morpheus, I can guarantee that the pager is not that traitor." After the fully armed mouse, which seemed a little funny, received the two, he took the initiative to guarantee the pager.
"I will find a way to judge this, mouse," Morpheus nodded, "What equipment did you bring us?"
The mouse smiled and opened a door on the side of the hall: "Guns, many guns."
Rows of silver weapon racks and the murderous black guns flashed with cold reflections.
Anderson was lamenting this kind of magical behavior, and he heard Morpheus coldly say: "After I go back, copy and paste the content of the link program directly into the matrix a hundred times."
"..."
Da da! Boom!
Half an hour later, the black car that Anderson was familiar with rushed into the yard in devastation, followed by three heavy police SUVs.
Although several crew members shot back from time to time, they did not have much effect.
"It seems that those agents retreated after they caught'Morpheus', ha ha." The mouse lifted a pair of revolver guns and kicked the door of the villa.
Da Da Da Da Da! !
A half-meter-long gunfire and an accompanying metal storm successfully blocked three SUVs from the gate of the villa.
"Neo, great, you are okay, Morpheus has been captured, we must return to Normandy immediately to prepare for countermeasures!" Trinity rushed into the main hall with a bewildered pager, password, and switch.
"Yes, I heard the explanation of the tank." In order to avoid the leakage of intelligence in his eyes, Anderson wore a pair of sunglasses and a pair of submachine guns in his hand: "The exit is in the small living room. You go first. I and the mouse will cover you. ."
"I'm not injured, you can wait." Trinity looked at the pile of guns beside Anderson, and went to pick a light machine gun.
"If I don't hold the mouse, this stupid boy will definitely kill himself." The pager pulled the mouse back from the door.
The switch didn't speak, but just lifted a sniper shot and took aim at the door.
"Okay, okay, I don't think it's any humility." The password wiped off the dusty bald head, went to the phone and picked up the receiver.
Squeak - call -
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After the password was awakened, he suddenly pushed open the glass cover, jumped out of the cabinet and went straight to the console not far away.
"Are you looking for me?" The tank was holding the plasma gun, pointed at the code, and grinned.
"Uh, tank, don't be kidding..." Halfway through the quibble of the code, he saw Morpheus come out from behind the tank with dull eyes.
"You betrayed us." He pronounced the sentence.
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