Remembering to Forget
The streets were darker than usual, as if they were intentionally trying to make her lose her way. Without him, it kind of felt like that anyway. No, not Neo. Morpheus. It was Morpheus who was the guide, the moral compass which pointed to the direction of salvation, whatever that meant now. He was gone. Vanished. As if off the face of the...Matrix.
Where are you Morpheus?
They took him. That's all she knew. As she stepped out of After Dark Night Club, she lightly shook her head. Knitting her brows together, she felt as if she forgot something. It was the feeling that one gets when one thinks they remember something, but doesn't really. That something then sits on the tip of your tongue until you just shrug and give up trying to remember what is was that you forgot. Trinity didn't give up, but the more she tried to remember, the faster the memory receded into the recesses of her mind. Damn you, Cypher. It's hard to blame someone when you don't even remember that they erased the last fifteen minutes of your life. She was so close...so close to finding out what happened to Morpheus.
We will find you.
As she swung her leg over the Ducati, she realized that she had no leads. Every club, every hacker hang-out spot, every possible "safe haven", every place that she expected Morpheus to be she turned upside down. And she didn't even know where to begin looking in the unexpected places. Even Seraph had drawn a blank as his mouth turned downwards, wondering what that meant for the Oracle program.
"She is still here," he had said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I am still here." It made sense. He was the Oracle's protector. If the Oracle ceased to exist than Seraph would no longer have a purpose and would return to the source. Still, that knowledge didn't help getting her a location.
Dammit.
Where are you Morpheus?
They took him. That's all she knew. As she stepped out of After Dark Night Club, she lightly shook her head. Knitting her brows together, she felt as if she forgot something. It was the feeling that one gets when one thinks they remember something, but doesn't really. That something then sits on the tip of your tongue until you just shrug and give up trying to remember what is was that you forgot. Trinity didn't give up, but the more she tried to remember, the faster the memory receded into the recesses of her mind. Damn you, Cypher. It's hard to blame someone when you don't even remember that they erased the last fifteen minutes of your life. She was so close...so close to finding out what happened to Morpheus.
We will find you.
As she swung her leg over the Ducati, she realized that she had no leads. Every club, every hacker hang-out spot, every possible "safe haven", every place that she expected Morpheus to be she turned upside down. And she didn't even know where to begin looking in the unexpected places. Even Seraph had drawn a blank as his mouth turned downwards, wondering what that meant for the Oracle program.
"She is still here," he had said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I am still here." It made sense. He was the Oracle's protector. If the Oracle ceased to exist than Seraph would no longer have a purpose and would return to the source. Still, that knowledge didn't help getting her a location.
Dammit.