【——AD.1999.5.21——】

Matrix, Xavier Academy for Gifted Teens.

"You're here."

"I'm coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm already here."

“……”

“……”

The Prophet and Anderson fell silent after an inexplicable conversation, and Miss Revane and some of the other children poked their heads outside the door to look at this and that.

According to Morpheus's plan, he, Trinity, and Anderson, the "Savior", who are more attracted to the Matrix agents, will break away from the Matrix first, and then let the mouse return Raven to the Prophet.

However, when Anderson was about to jump out of the helicopter, it suddenly occurred to him that his assessment of the savior from the prophet was still "yes", and if he allowed his companions to be in danger and went to safety first, would he be one step further from being a savior?

With the idea of giving it a try and not spending any money, Anderson had Tank "indoctrinate" him with helicopter piloting, and at the next detached point, he stumbled in the helicopter and took Raven to the Prophet's Academy.

Then, as Morpheus said, the three gunships that had been following him turned around and left directly after he entered the academy's airspace, allowing Anderson, a beginner pilot, to park the plane on the apron of the academy's rooftop.

"Brought Raven back, you guys worked hard." After a brief silence, the Prophet first changed the subject.

"Ah, she was captured by agents because she became Morpheus, and we have a responsibility to do so." Anderson responded.

"You could have had the mouse bring her back, the agents weren't interested in that guy." And the Prophet said.

"If they want to stop the loss, I can always beat him if they catch a random one." Anderson shook his head.

"So confident?"

"That's how confident."

Since the Prophet had been reluctant to speak properly, Anderson had to cooperate with her after she spoke.

Anderson's true attitude toward the Prophet himself was "vigilant trust."

And the more he learns about the "matrix", the more vigilant this becomes.

Why can the "Academy" of the Prophet block communications from the outside world like a "hive"?

How could she find and gather a group of superpowered children who were severely destabilizing for the Matrix?

Why does she stay in close contact with those who are out of the matrix without being targeted and attacked by the matrix?

Most importantly, she is so capable, why hasn't she escaped the control of the matrix?

There is only one truth: she herself is part of the matrix, a special "program".

If this guess is correct, then a new question arises: what is the purpose of the Matrix setting up such an "NPC" that can "predict the future" and is not hostile to those who break away from the Matrix?

What happened when all the "prophecies" she spoke to everyone came true?

Finally, the "savior" she spoke about herself? It can be. Can it be changed.

"Prophet, can I still 'be' a 'savior'?" Anderson decided to hit a straight ball.

"No, child," the Prophet looked at Anderson carefully, "and you are now [hoped] to be the savior. ”

See, she doesn't want to speak well at all, does this sentence mean "I hope I am a savior" or "someone else wants to be a savior"?

The former is too conceited, while the latter is too narcissistic.

"Thank you for your answer," Anderson was sure that he wouldn't get an answer even if he asked, so he nodded and got down to business, "So, if it's the 'mouse' here, how are you going to send him out of the matrix?" ”

"I can't do that, you'll have to work on your own." The prophet began to say something of unknown meaning again.

Anderson decided to wait until she finished selling the pass before speaking.

"You seem to call those places 'detachment points,'" the Prophet gestured to the phone, "if it's the 'mouse' boy, there are quite a few detachment points, and I'll send him wherever I want, but it's you, Neo." ”

“…… So? "Anderson felt a little bit bad, but he was calm.

"So, there is only one last point of detachment left, and your enemies will surely be waiting for you there." The prophet spread his hands in a helpless gesture.

"It's okay, please send me over." Anderson thought he should have no problem dealing with two or three agents.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you," said the prophet, getting up and walking to the door, driving out all the children who were watching the excitement, and then closing the door: "Good luck, you do need some good luck now." ”

Zizizi——

Before Anderson could understand what he meant, the Prophet reopened the door, this time not from the living room of the Youth Academy, but from the lobby of an old inn.

"The point of detachment is in Room 303," the Prophet sighed, "go face your fate, Neo." ”

"Thank you." Anderson straightened his trench coat and stepped out of the kitchen door.

"[Agents are searching everywhere, we can't- oh, Neo! Finally got in touch with you! Tank's voice came from the headset almost immediately: "[Hell, how did you end up at that abandoned detachment point?] It's stopped because the agents found it - oh, Shet. 】”

"What's wrong?" Anderson asked as he walked briskly upstairs.

"All other detachments have been disabled! Moment! The tank's voice was full of incredulity: "And the one near you is not safe, but it still works!" 】”

"Sounds like good news." Anderson continued to climb.

"[Bad news, those two gunships turned around and looked for you, and the nearby SWAT and agents are also rushing over, but fortunately, there are no enemies inside the hotel, you have to leave quickly!] 】”

There are no enemies inside the hotel? Scold.

"Boom!" "Wow!" "Hell! Where did they come from! 】”

As soon as Anderson arrived on the third floor, Agent Gozl and Agent Zeid broke through the doors of 301 and 302 and punched them, before being kicked back by Anderson, who had been prepared for it.

"Woohoo!" Agent Makull rushed out of 304 and raised his pistol to shoot Anderson three times.

Sa! Sa! Sa! "Ahh

Anderson panned before each of his shots, dodging all the bullets as he reached the diminutive agent, and kicked him out with an upper whip leg as he tried to keep shooting.

Jingle Bell - A telephone rings from room 303.

"[Good! All you have to do is pick up the handset in the house—]"

Anderson opened the door and was met by a grim face with sunglasses, and the distance between the two was not even a meter.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson, we're again—" "Boom! "—Meet."

Smith landed a powerful punch in Anderson's chest, sending him flying straight out of the air and knocking a huge hole into the opposite wall.

"Ahem!" Anderson spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vision darkened.

"[I] don't usually shoot because [Bajiquan] can kill people too easily," Smith said slowly, retracting his fist, "Have a good dream, Mr. Anderson." ”