FIC: Synchronicity, R
Synchronicity
By Emerald Embers
Louise_cmi_vc@hotmail.com
Rated R for yaoi
Fandom: The Matrix (oh god, I'm going to hell)
Pairing: Twin One/Twin Two
Warning: Twincest, largely made up geek speak.
Non-profit fanfiction, please don’t sue.
As far back as their initial launch, Two and One had always known they were different from the programs they were expected to comply with. Why this was could not be determined easily, as their core programming contained only one major difference from the usual template; rather than have their data links feed directly into the Matrix, each had their data link scrutinised by the other before information could be sent on. It had been meant as a way of filtering garbage data out, seeing as the shape of the world humans were fed was already set and thus only a certain amount of stock could be supported at any one time; ways of conserving bandwidth needed to be found.
To create an experiment solely for the purpose of seeing its results was wasteful and therefore they were charged with an actual task; once in a while there would be an ongoing glitch in need of repair, but the task of getting humans to move away from the area in need of fixing was difficult to accomplish without the presence of multiple forces - and even then, human policemen and firemen could not always be trusted to keep their distance. Observing the folklore of humans, previously always disregarded as yet another unproductive waste of time, gave rise to the creation of programs that could mimic the creatures and thus actually scare off or kill anyone whose curiosity got the better of them; vampires, werewolves, anything of a mythological bent that could be put to good use at last.
Full consciousness was not expected of programs within the Matrix, and thus it was immediately frowned upon when Two and One began to actively recognise the advantages their status gave them. Their indistinguishable programming meant there was no animosity between them when they began deliberately holding information back that the other had meant to pass on, as a test. It wasn’t appreciated.
Every program knew of the Merovingian due to the fact he was wanted by the Matrix itself, a rogue that needed deletion, and yet while he had been frequently hunted he was only ever found by those who needed his assistance rather than his destruction. Only programs with the longest running time had any idea how and when he came to be, and the relative youth of the twins meant they could only guess from scraps filtered down through the data hierarchy. From what they gathered between them, he had been a high level program in charge of monitoring human behaviour during the various stages of developing the Matrix, observing how the human mind coped with what it was fed. Initially he had been as detached as any high level, but the nature of his functions meant that as the Matrix developed, as the ‘imperfect modern world’ version was initiated, he became as interested in the minutiae of the world the humans lived in as they themselves. When they were declared settled, he was meant to be deleted; fairly obviously, he had decided against that option.
Whatever the true reason behind the Merovingian’s disobedience, the twins were glad for it; they were no more interested in deletion than he had been, consciousness having grown further from that initial moment of hiding information, and sought him out during the twelve cycles they had been expected to use for shutting down and returning to the core. Ever appreciative of something eloquent and destructive, he had offered them shelter immediately on the condition they followed his instructions to the letter. Given they had been shown no different treatment in the Matrix itself, they accepted his offer and were allocated a room in his shelter, a data pocket that managed exist both in and outside the Matrix in the same manner as the mainframe, albeit less sparse in decoration.
Two and One only ever questioned one order from the Merovingian, and it was the first - to allow him to install a few add-ons to their programming. The hesitation was only brief and fleeting, and upon waking up from the process both twins searched their data records for the changes. He smirked as they did so and handed over weaponry before showing them a target, was clearly pleased when they destroyed it. It was a promising beginning given how much they both enjoyed the role of actively attacking as opposed to just intimidating their objectives, and both twins grinned back at him when he said “On to part two.”
Eloquence, beauty and decadence are all separated by thin lines, and often the Merovingian was given to ignoring the differences. He’d broken every law in the human and data world, and wasn’t about to ignore the opportunity to make another transgression; when the twins were shown to his bed they soon realised exactly what other changes had been made to their programming. Intimacy had been theirs for some time despite the fact most programs disliked sharing proximity with one another, so the idea of expanding it onto a physical level beyond mere synchronicity of movement was fascinating. Smirking again, the Merovingian stepped in front of the bed the twins occupied and pressed a few buttons, activating the recorder Two and One would later discover much to their own amusement.
Touch had been a familiar sensation for some time, but the additional complexity of sensitivity and a focus for the sensations was new. The ability to pass information back and forth between themselves without speech quickly became invaluable, even though they soon discovered why precisely humans in the same situations always seemed to lose the capacity for speech. The build up of sensation interfered with data pathways, snippets of information lost as exploration changed into repetition and repetition sped up. The presence of the Merovingian himself was soon forgotten, and for a brief moment a completely alien concept passed between them; that when their pathways were too overloaded and their bodies about to break beneath the weight of sensation, for a brief moment the only things in their conscious world were themselves.
It passed as quickly as they climaxed, and the self-satisfied grin on the Merovingian’s face was proof they had pleased him as much as each other. “Is there a part three?” One asked after a few moment’s rest, curious as to what else their new master had planned.
“For you two, I think there could be. You’re lucky. Very few who lack bargaining material get past part one.” He pressed buttons on the base of the bed again, before gesturing towards the door for them to leave. “I’ll see you in the morning if Persephone allows it.”
“Persephone?” Prompted Two, but was answered only by a repeated gesture to leave.
Persephone did not visit them, as it turned out, but the twins were left one quick notice by their taciturn hostess; an odd occurrence given they found it in the morning despite the room being locked from the inside and a complete lack of signs of entry.
Welcome home, dear champions. I doubt you will find my company as pleasurable as my husband’s, but very few do. I trust that you slept well after discovering part two of the pleasures of the flesh, but my husband will see to it you learn the rest soon.
I hope you prove yourselves more durable than the last few.
Two and One smiled before discarding the letter and returning to their bed. “They’re looking.”
“Give them something to look at?”
Both smirked, and began the process of exploration over again. Consciousness had led to their dismissal from the Matrix, but now that they had discovered its advantages with the help of their benefactor, it seemed there really was nothing in the data world worth staying loyal for. Humans were allowed to experience the full range of sensation and now they were learning its complexities it truly was worth the threat of death for being rogues.
Two bit One’s thigh before crawling over his twin’s body and smiling, hooking firm legs around his own. “It was worth it?”
“Yes, it was.” One pushed back against Two’s body and closed his eyes, reducing the world once again to himself and his twin. “Decidedly so.”
The End
By Emerald Embers
Louise_cmi_vc@hotmail.com
Rated R for yaoi
Fandom: The Matrix (oh god, I'm going to hell)
Pairing: Twin One/Twin Two
Warning: Twincest, largely made up geek speak.
Non-profit fanfiction, please don’t sue.
As far back as their initial launch, Two and One had always known they were different from the programs they were expected to comply with. Why this was could not be determined easily, as their core programming contained only one major difference from the usual template; rather than have their data links feed directly into the Matrix, each had their data link scrutinised by the other before information could be sent on. It had been meant as a way of filtering garbage data out, seeing as the shape of the world humans were fed was already set and thus only a certain amount of stock could be supported at any one time; ways of conserving bandwidth needed to be found.
To create an experiment solely for the purpose of seeing its results was wasteful and therefore they were charged with an actual task; once in a while there would be an ongoing glitch in need of repair, but the task of getting humans to move away from the area in need of fixing was difficult to accomplish without the presence of multiple forces - and even then, human policemen and firemen could not always be trusted to keep their distance. Observing the folklore of humans, previously always disregarded as yet another unproductive waste of time, gave rise to the creation of programs that could mimic the creatures and thus actually scare off or kill anyone whose curiosity got the better of them; vampires, werewolves, anything of a mythological bent that could be put to good use at last.
Full consciousness was not expected of programs within the Matrix, and thus it was immediately frowned upon when Two and One began to actively recognise the advantages their status gave them. Their indistinguishable programming meant there was no animosity between them when they began deliberately holding information back that the other had meant to pass on, as a test. It wasn’t appreciated.
Every program knew of the Merovingian due to the fact he was wanted by the Matrix itself, a rogue that needed deletion, and yet while he had been frequently hunted he was only ever found by those who needed his assistance rather than his destruction. Only programs with the longest running time had any idea how and when he came to be, and the relative youth of the twins meant they could only guess from scraps filtered down through the data hierarchy. From what they gathered between them, he had been a high level program in charge of monitoring human behaviour during the various stages of developing the Matrix, observing how the human mind coped with what it was fed. Initially he had been as detached as any high level, but the nature of his functions meant that as the Matrix developed, as the ‘imperfect modern world’ version was initiated, he became as interested in the minutiae of the world the humans lived in as they themselves. When they were declared settled, he was meant to be deleted; fairly obviously, he had decided against that option.
Whatever the true reason behind the Merovingian’s disobedience, the twins were glad for it; they were no more interested in deletion than he had been, consciousness having grown further from that initial moment of hiding information, and sought him out during the twelve cycles they had been expected to use for shutting down and returning to the core. Ever appreciative of something eloquent and destructive, he had offered them shelter immediately on the condition they followed his instructions to the letter. Given they had been shown no different treatment in the Matrix itself, they accepted his offer and were allocated a room in his shelter, a data pocket that managed exist both in and outside the Matrix in the same manner as the mainframe, albeit less sparse in decoration.
Two and One only ever questioned one order from the Merovingian, and it was the first - to allow him to install a few add-ons to their programming. The hesitation was only brief and fleeting, and upon waking up from the process both twins searched their data records for the changes. He smirked as they did so and handed over weaponry before showing them a target, was clearly pleased when they destroyed it. It was a promising beginning given how much they both enjoyed the role of actively attacking as opposed to just intimidating their objectives, and both twins grinned back at him when he said “On to part two.”
Eloquence, beauty and decadence are all separated by thin lines, and often the Merovingian was given to ignoring the differences. He’d broken every law in the human and data world, and wasn’t about to ignore the opportunity to make another transgression; when the twins were shown to his bed they soon realised exactly what other changes had been made to their programming. Intimacy had been theirs for some time despite the fact most programs disliked sharing proximity with one another, so the idea of expanding it onto a physical level beyond mere synchronicity of movement was fascinating. Smirking again, the Merovingian stepped in front of the bed the twins occupied and pressed a few buttons, activating the recorder Two and One would later discover much to their own amusement.
Touch had been a familiar sensation for some time, but the additional complexity of sensitivity and a focus for the sensations was new. The ability to pass information back and forth between themselves without speech quickly became invaluable, even though they soon discovered why precisely humans in the same situations always seemed to lose the capacity for speech. The build up of sensation interfered with data pathways, snippets of information lost as exploration changed into repetition and repetition sped up. The presence of the Merovingian himself was soon forgotten, and for a brief moment a completely alien concept passed between them; that when their pathways were too overloaded and their bodies about to break beneath the weight of sensation, for a brief moment the only things in their conscious world were themselves.
It passed as quickly as they climaxed, and the self-satisfied grin on the Merovingian’s face was proof they had pleased him as much as each other. “Is there a part three?” One asked after a few moment’s rest, curious as to what else their new master had planned.
“For you two, I think there could be. You’re lucky. Very few who lack bargaining material get past part one.” He pressed buttons on the base of the bed again, before gesturing towards the door for them to leave. “I’ll see you in the morning if Persephone allows it.”
“Persephone?” Prompted Two, but was answered only by a repeated gesture to leave.
Persephone did not visit them, as it turned out, but the twins were left one quick notice by their taciturn hostess; an odd occurrence given they found it in the morning despite the room being locked from the inside and a complete lack of signs of entry.
Welcome home, dear champions. I doubt you will find my company as pleasurable as my husband’s, but very few do. I trust that you slept well after discovering part two of the pleasures of the flesh, but my husband will see to it you learn the rest soon.
I hope you prove yourselves more durable than the last few.
Two and One smiled before discarding the letter and returning to their bed. “They’re looking.”
“Give them something to look at?”
Both smirked, and began the process of exploration over again. Consciousness had led to their dismissal from the Matrix, but now that they had discovered its advantages with the help of their benefactor, it seemed there really was nothing in the data world worth staying loyal for. Humans were allowed to experience the full range of sensation and now they were learning its complexities it truly was worth the threat of death for being rogues.
Two bit One’s thigh before crawling over his twin’s body and smiling, hooking firm legs around his own. “It was worth it?”
“Yes, it was.” One pushed back against Two’s body and closed his eyes, reducing the world once again to himself and his twin. “Decidedly so.”
The End