It's been a while...
The moon glinted off the Ducati’s black shell as she tore down the highway at a speed that made her look like a speck to those that she rocketed passed. Weaving in and out of the lanes, she came dangerously close at having her bike clipped by cars as she skirted in-between them. Yet, she was in total control and, if not; she was too pissed off to care otherwise. Weeks had passed since she had found her sorry ass locked up in a Maximum Security Penitentiary run by Agents. Not just any Penitentiary, one with some sort of integrated program which made red pills act as they were blue…blue. Somehow, despite the programming, Neo and her had managed to get out of there with their lives intact. Trinity had gone deep underground for weeks until the situation simmered down. What the result was, she didn’t know but Neo had said that it was taken care of. End of story. That news came not a moment too soon because she was sure that she would start climbing the walls in the apartment. That boxed in feeling made her want to claw at the walls until she found herself on the other side, although she was obviously too rational to just leave chance upon the wind and leave for no good reason. Quite literally, she had been a prisoner in a penitentiary; she was a prisoner in the matrix, a prisoner in Zero One and a prisoner in the apartment. The thought caused her to grind her teeth like a mortar against a pestle. At the rate she was going, they would be a fine powder soon. If she could not be free than at least, she could feel free, which was what riding obscenely fast on a Ducati felt like. Right here, right now, she still had some control over her life. For instance, she could choose to try to remain rigid and plow straight through the guardrail, fly off the cliff and let gravity finally release her from the matrix and the real world. Alternatively, she could choose to bend and dip with the bike as it hugged the highway and let it lead her on some path that would ultimately let her go at her final destination. Trinity decided to bend and dip with the bike.
Finally, she ended back safely, but still unsatisfied, in the city center. Ditching the bike in a back alley, she walked onto the street and looked around until her eyes landed on a martial arts center. Another grunt followed by more grinding of the teeth. It made her think of the times that she had sparred with Ghost in the Zen garden program he had written. He was full of amusing irony. As she watched people fumble and fight, she realized that she was crawling out of her skin for a fight or a bit of action that would get out her frustration. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small usb key and slid it into the crevice of the cracked plaster in the building that her contact had said would be there. On it was a harmless program that some rich kid requested someone to write for him to a tune of two grand off a hacker site. Trinity answered anonymously. The program would dig into the d-base of a particular high-rise building and hack into the program, which automatically controlled the lighting system on all the floors. The kid had wanted some corny ‘Jimmy loves Susie Ann’ type of message to appear in lights on the tall building at midnight. For two grand, Trinity told herself that she had no right to gag at the task. Stuck as they all were in the Matrix without a operator, they could not download what they needed and that meant they had to have money. Trinity stole without remorse when she needed to, but it was time to be alittle more low-key. Finished with her part now, she glances into the studio again and walks away to find something to do.
Finally, she ended back safely, but still unsatisfied, in the city center. Ditching the bike in a back alley, she walked onto the street and looked around until her eyes landed on a martial arts center. Another grunt followed by more grinding of the teeth. It made her think of the times that she had sparred with Ghost in the Zen garden program he had written. He was full of amusing irony. As she watched people fumble and fight, she realized that she was crawling out of her skin for a fight or a bit of action that would get out her frustration. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small usb key and slid it into the crevice of the cracked plaster in the building that her contact had said would be there. On it was a harmless program that some rich kid requested someone to write for him to a tune of two grand off a hacker site. Trinity answered anonymously. The program would dig into the d-base of a particular high-rise building and hack into the program, which automatically controlled the lighting system on all the floors. The kid had wanted some corny ‘Jimmy loves Susie Ann’ type of message to appear in lights on the tall building at midnight. For two grand, Trinity told herself that she had no right to gag at the task. Stuck as they all were in the Matrix without a operator, they could not download what they needed and that meant they had to have money. Trinity stole without remorse when she needed to, but it was time to be alittle more low-key. Finished with her part now, she glances into the studio again and walks away to find something to do.