【——AD.1999.5.20——】

Matrix.

The top floor of a famous five-star hotel, the glittering ballroom, and the men and women in formal attire and gowns all make up a lavish banquet that is taking place.

In the corner of the banquet hall, there is a table with two guests who are out of place in the same environment, and when a guest passes by, they will basically cast a surprised look.

One of them was a black-haired man in a crisp black suit and sunglasses, who was quite handsome but very indifferent in terms of face and facial features, and would have been perfect if he had stood at the door of the banquet hall with a walkie-talkie.

The other guest was even more strange, he had a shiny bald head, a mustache that had not been properly groomed, his facial features looked a little treacherous, and his temperament was enough to hold down the wallet of those who passed him, and the most incredible thing was that he was wearing a washed white blue T-shirt and old jeans, which would have been turned away by the hotel welcome.

"Mr. Logan, you specifically contacted us and asked to meet here, I don't think it must be for a meal." He sat in a black suit with his hands folded under his chin and stared at the man across from him.

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

His tactics were so unprofessional that he made the plates clang, so much so that they caught the attention of the next table, but the black suit just kept his original posture and didn't say a word.

"I know this steak isn't real," Logan said as he chewed the cut of beef as he slipped it into his mouth, "but the matrix tells my brain that it's delicious, juicy, and superb." ”

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 fills people, it's a steak," the bald head declared categorically, "I'm coming back to this world, Agent Smith." ”

"We welcome anyone who gets lost, Mr. Logan," replied the black-suit agent known as Smith, "but we lost your ship, and that's not what we agreed to do." ”

"That's not my problem," Rogan continued to treat the delicate meals in a rude manner, "After mastering the Normandy's jump route, I still can't catch up with people, so I can only say that it's time for the equipment of the 'pioneers' to be updated." ”

"Perhaps, Mr. Rogan," Smith's tone remained unchanged, "but a piece of news that ultimately proves worthless is not enough to exchange what you are asking for." ”

"Valuable news, of course," Logan forked another steak, "they'll be in Zion after the next stargate jump." ”

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

"That can't be, the key enters the brain of every captain in the form of 'indoctrination', and does not belong to any words or images, even if he subjectively wants to write and draw it." Logan shook his head.

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

"What I'm going to hand over to you is 'the Captain himself,'" he grinned, "you must have a way of extracting information from a person's brain, even if it's just a virtual consciousness." ”

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

"Hehehe......" Logan began to continue with the lavish dinner, and began to talk to himself, not knowing whether he was going to tell Smith or convince himself.

"I shouldn't have listened to Morpheus in the first place, what 'see the world as it is,' 'give all humanity freedom,' 'we're going to win.'"

"Three years and three years later, now nine years now, I don't see the slightest possibility of victory for them, what can they do with a few ships and a planet depleted of resources in the face of enemies across the galaxy?"

"Originally, I could still hold on with the superiority of everyone drunk and I was awake, but what did he do, first believing in a 'prophecy', and then listening to the words of a 'prophet', and running tens of thousands of light years to rescue a 'savior' from a remote battery star?"

"Isn't this a science-based world? What exactly is the point of these inexplicable acts? Do you expect him to wipe out the entire galaxy of robots in one blow? ”

"After experiencing such a ridiculous thing, I have figured out that there is nothing wrong with living in a dream, and I would rather die in a warm frame with a beautiful dream than a big bug that may be tracked at any time."

"Listen, I don't want to remember anything, whether it's the Millennium Bug, the Matrix, Zion, or the Human Battery, you know? I don't want to remember anything, I just want to live as an 'ordinary person'. ”

"Oh, no, it's not enough, I still want to have a lot of money, a high status, but the entrepreneur is too tired, preferably a famous movie star, the kind that can not look at the director's face, and there have to be many beautiful girls-"

"Mr. Logan," Smith interrupted his rambling, "we agreed to your request, but need to know your plans. ”

"Before they return to Zion, they will go to the 'Prophets' to see if the 'Savior' they have found is real," Logan pointed to himself, "You should have something to locate or track, give me one, and I will use it when the darkness comes in to show you where you are." ”

"No," Smith pulled a silver slippery phone from his suit pocket and slid it over the dining table, "just leave it where you 'landed'." ”

"I'm landing temporarily, so it's impossible to carry ...... Oh? As Rogan reached for the phone with a little curiosity, it swished and melted into his palm like a phantom.

"Just as you would use the connection program to bring something into the Matrix, we can give you something, Mr. Logan," Smith said, "and I can't bring it with me, but the next time you come, it'll be in your hands." ”

"Very good," Rogan began with dessert, "I hope we have a good time working together." ”

"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with, Mr. Logan." Smith nodded slightly.

"Well, excuse me, I'm going to make a phone call." Rogan pretended to stand up gracefully, and then walked towards the door of the banquet hall, where the waiter seemed suspicious, but let him go because the banquet did not require payment.

Soon, Logan walked into a public phone booth outside the hotel and disappeared as he picked up the microphone.