The Collection of The End

【——AD.1999.5.20——】

matrix.

The top floor of the famous five-star hotel, the magnificent banquet hall, and men and women in formal and formal attire, all these elements constitute a luxurious banquet being held.

In a corner of the banquet hall, there is a table with two incompatible guests sitting at a table. When a guest passes by, they will basically cast surprised eyes.

One of them is a handsome but indifferent black-haired man wearing a black suit and sunglasses, looking at his face and facial features. If he stands at the entrance of the banquet hall with a walkie-talkie, it will be very suitable.

The other guest is even more strange. He has a bright bald head and a moustache that has not been taken care of. His features look a little treacherous, and his temperament is enough to make people who pass him hold his wallet, the most incredible However, he was wearing a washed, whitish blue T-shirt and old jeans, and guests in this style would basically be turned away by the hotel welcome.

"Mr. Logan, you specifically contacted us and asked to meet here. I don't think it was for a meal." The black suit was sitting awkwardly, with his hands folded under his chin, staring at the person opposite him.

"Hiss~hiccup~" The bald-headed mustache known as Mr. Logan took a glass of red wine and drank it, and then began to cut the steak with a knife and fork.

His technique was very unprofessional, making the plate jingle so much that it attracted the attention of the neighboring table, but the black suit just kept the original posture and said nothing.

"I know this steak is not real," Logan said as he chewed the cut of beef into his mouth. "But the matrix will tell my brain that it's delicious and juicy, and it's top quality."

The sunglasses and black suit looked at Logan, waiting for his follow-up speech.

"If something looks like a steak, smells like a steak, tastes like a steak, and can make you full, then it is a steak," the bald head announced categorically. "I want to return to this world, Agent Smith."

"We welcome anyone who gets lost and knows how to return at any time, Mr. Logan," the agent in the black suit called Smith replied, "but we chased and lost your boat. This is not in accordance with the agreement."

"That's not my problem," Logan continued to treat those exquisite meals in a rude manner: "After mastering the jumping route of the Normandy, I still can't catch people. I can only say that the'pioneer' equipment should be updated. Up."

"Perhaps, Mr. Logan," Smith said unchanged: "But a piece of news that ultimately proves to be worthless is not enough to exchange what you asked for."

"Valuable news, of course," Logan forks another steak: "They will enter Zion after the next Stargate jump."

"Mr. Logan, can we think you intend to give us the key to enter the Zion Galaxy?" Smith leaned forward slightly.

"That's impossible. The key enters every captain's brain in the form of'instillation'. It does not belong to any words or images. Even if he wants to write and draw subjectively, he can't do it." Logan shook his head.

"Then what do you mean, Mr. Logan?" Smith leaned back a bit.

"What I will give you is the'Captain himself'," he grinned: "You must have a way to extract information from the human brain, even if he is just a virtual consciousness."

"We need to think about it." Smith said, holding his sunglasses and becoming motionless like a statue.

"Ha ha ha..." Logan continued to enjoy the luxurious dinner, and at the same time began to mutter to himself, not knowing whether he was going to tell Smith or convince himself.

"I shouldn't have listened to Morpheus at the beginning, what "see the truth of the world", "give freedom to all mankind," and "we will win.""

"Three years later, three years, and now it's nine years. I don't see the possibility of victory at all. Facing the enemies of the entire galaxy, what can they do with a few ships and a planet with exhausted resources? "

"Originally, I was able to persist with the superiority that everyone was drunk and I was alone, but what he did, first believed in a'prophecy', and then listened to the words of a'prophet,' after tens of thousands of light years from a remote A'savior' was rescued on the battery star?"

"Isn't this a science-based world? What is the significance of these inexplicable behaviors? Is it to count on him to destroy the entire galaxy robot in one blow?"

"After experiencing such a ridiculous thing, I have figured it out. There is nothing wrong with living in a dream. Rather than cutting two paragraphs of a big bug that may be tracked at any time, I would rather be accompanied in a warm frame. The dream is going to die."

"Listen, I don't want to remember anything, whether it's the millennium bug, the matrix, Zion, or the human battery, understand? I don't want to remember anything, I just want to live as an ‘ordinary person’."

"Oh, no, that's not enough. I still want to have a lot of money and a high status, but the entrepreneur is too tired, preferably a famous movie star. You don’t need to look at the director’s face, but there are many beautiful girls. ——"

"Mr. Logan," Smith interrupted his chatter: "We agreed to your request, but we need to know your plan."

"Before they return to Zion, they will go to the'prophet' to confirm whether the'savior' they found is true," Logan pointed to himself: "You should have something to locate or track. I’m the one, I’ll use it when the hack comes in to show you where you are."

"No," Smith took out a silver slider phone from his suit pocket and slid it from the dining table: "Just leave it at your'login' position."

"I'm logging in temporarily, it's impossible to carry...oh?" When Logan reached out to touch the phone with a little curiosity, it swished into his palm like a phantom.

"Just like you would use the connection program to bring things into the matrix, we can also give you something, Mr. Logan," Smith said. "Although you can't take the boat, it will still be there when you come next time. In your hands."

"Very good," Logan began to enjoy the desserts: "I hope we have a good cooperation."

"Of course, good cooperation, Mr. Logan." Smith nodded slightly.

"Then, please forgive me. I'm going to make a call." Logan stood up pretendingly and gracefully, and then leaned towards the door of the banquet hall. The waiter at the door seemed a bit suspicious, but because the banquet did not require payment. Still let him leave.

Soon, Logan walked into a public telephone booth outside the hotel, and disappeared while picking up the microphone.

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