The apartment suite has a lot of space, and there are seven or eight young children in the living room, not ordinary children, they all have special functions.

Some can levitate the bricks, while others can bend the spoon into twists with the mind.

Russell had no interest in these imps, and he knew very well that these children were not human imps with a tube in the back of their heads, but programs, and the deliberate function was a manifestation of their authority.

"Don't try to bend the spoon, it's impossible......"

The little boy who practiced telekinesis was a little self-familiar, or out of the desire to show off, and handed the spoon in his hand to Russell, asking him to try to change the shape of the spoon as well.

Russell shrugged, squatted down and took the spoon from the little boy's hand, he knew that he was holding a set of data in his hand, but he didn't have permission, and all he saw was a spoon.

Seeing Russell cooperating with him, the little boy smiled: "You have to recognize the reality, in fact, there is no spoon at all." ”

"So what?"

"So you'll understand that it's not the spoon that bends, it's yourself."

When you start thinking, it's not the wind that's moving, it's not the sails that's moving, it's the heart that's moving!

Russell raised his eyebrows, he understood this truth, but the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, as if he wanted to be a good man from the beginning, but the boat cracked by itself, what could he do, he could only go to the dark on the road of a scumbag.

"Children, you were wrong in the first sentence, you are the only one in the world who can't do it, there is no impossibility."

Russell smiled kindly and patted the little boy on the head: "It's actually super easy to bend the spoon, Uncle Luo will show you." ”

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak————

Russell clapped his hands and left, leaving behind the little boy with a bewildered face and ten spoons that had been bent into twisted flowers.

There was a pair that could no longer be called spoons, and they were violently straightened by Russell with his hands and turned into chopsticks.

"Wait a minute, this gentleman, the Prophet is still entertaining other guests."

Seeing that Russell walked directly into the kitchen without waiting, the black woman hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but the fart was useless, and she grabbed Russell's arm and was dragged into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the Prophet was sharing his baked biscuits, and Neo picked up one and had already eaten most of it.

Seeing Russell's appearance, both of them were stunned, the prophet's stunned for the time being, Neo was surprised by Russell's appearance, when Morpheus told him that there was a prophet, he always thought that Russell was the prophet.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson, we meet again."

Russell pestle in place, with a posture of 'I opened this mountain', and he did not intend to leave when he took root under his feet.

The black woman couldn't help Russell and apologized to the prophet for her negligence, which caused the prophet's attendees to be disturbed.

"It's okay, I'm just done talking."

The Prophet shook her head slightly, indicating that she did not mind, she was an old black woman of about fifty years of age, who looked ordinary and unremarkable.

"Hello, sir, what shall I call you?"

The prophet politely stretched out his hand, Russell glanced down and didn't hold it, and hooked Neo who was about to leave with his backhand, seemingly the two brothers were good but forced each other to stay as a meeting audience.

The Prophet was slightly stunned: "Sir, you don't seem to be very friendly. ”

"I'm a good talker, but it depends on what kind of person I'm talking to, and unfortunately, you're not even human." Russell shook his head slightly, cutting to the point with one cut, picking out the truth that the prophet was a program.

The Prophet shook his head and said with a smile, "Can I take your attitude as a form of discrimination?" ”

"Feel free to do it!"

Neo was pressed in place by Russell with a confused face, and after listening to the riddle-style conversation between the two, he suddenly figured out something, and said in surprise: "Prophet, you are not a human, but a program?" ”

"Obvious things, I thought you knew."

The Prophet replied to Neo, looked at Russell and asked, "Then what are you coming to me for, this gentleman of unknown origin?" ”

"Hey, aren't you waiting for me?"

"I didn't wait for you, but when you appeared, I knew you were coming."

The Prophet shook his head: "I can't read the code on you, it's disorderly, chaotic, illogical, but there's a trace...... It's very contradictory, as if staring into the darkness, everything I can think of is in it, but more than I can imagine. ”

"It's funny that the omnipotent prophet actually has things that he doesn't know."

Russell said something full of gunpowder, and picked up a baked biscuit: "I wonder why the prophet should bake biscuits, since she knows everything, when she can know the taste of all biscuits in the world with just one thought." ”

The Prophet frowned: "Sir, the ending is not important, what matters is the process. ”

"That's for humans, machines just need results."

Russell put the biscuit to his mouth, thought about it and felt unreliable, stuffed it into Neo's mouth, and continued: "The prophet is simulating humans, as a program, in addition to maintaining the stability of the matrix, her task is to probe human feelings, explore the roots of human self-perception, and seek the uncertainty of chaos......"

With every word Russell uttered, Neo's handsome face turned pale, and correspondingly, the prophet's face darkened.

"The prophet led the human rebellion, gave the choice to those in the matrix who did not want to accept the illusory, learned the concepts of self, love, sacrifice, etc. from the human resistance, and incorporated these concepts into the machine civilization, and finally achieved the goal of evolution."

Boom!

Neo broke free from Russell's restraints and took on a fighting stance, targeting the prophet who had been talking at length before, for no reason, but he felt that Russell was right.

"Mr. Anderson, why are you so excited?"

Russell waved his hand and said hatefully: "This is exciting, if I tell you that there are five generations of saviors before you, wouldn't you explode on the spot." ”

Neo stood stunned, his body didn't explode, his brain exploded, and he was so shocked by Russell's words that he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

"What exactly are you, sir, and are you also a program?"

"Hehe......"

Russell nodded the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "The matrix world is 1999, then I am a millennium worm, and the meaning of existence is to cause all kinds of system dysfunction until the system collapses." ”

"There is no such possibility!" The Prophet shook his head categorically.

"Yes, the sixth-generation matrix system is not perfect, and the emergence of a savior means that the system is on the verge of collapse and must be restarted again."

Russell pulled Neo, who was stiff all over, and stuffed a cookie into his mouth again: "You take advantage of that...... Trinity, whose name is hard to remember, implants the concept of love for the savior, making him different from the first five generations of savior programs, which is good, love represents infinite possibilities, and this silly boy may really be able to upgrade the system. ”

"I ...... I'm a program!? ”

Russell repeatedly spit out shocking words, and Neo's brain went blank when he heard it, and he almost fell into a coma.

"It's not quite, you're half human."

Russell patted Neo's shoulder and gave good news as a comfort, but the effect was average, and Neo's face turned whiter.

"Sir, you have disrupted my plans......" The Prophet's eyes glowed with coldness, as cold as steel.

Russell shrugged, ignoring the prophet's cold eyes, and said fearlessly: "No, I won't say these words now, the designer will tell Neo, the designer will not say it, you will still tell Neo, I just advanced the time a little, and the result is the same." ”

Hearing this, a flash of surprise and perhaps some fear flashed across the Prophet's face: "How do you know so much, all this...... It's something that hasn't happened yet, the future is unpredictable, you ......"

"Prophet, the future is in your plan, and the Savior is locked in love and will only act according to your plan."

Russell took a deep breath: "Let me tell you the truth, in the future, your plan succeeded, Agent Smith succeeded in infecting the world, and in the end, Mr. Anderson and him died together, the matrix was restarted, and the program gained affection." ”

"Success!?"

The prophet was overjoyed, and suddenly saw Russell's teasing smiling face, and immediately said coldly: "No, you are lying to me!" ”

"I didn't lie to you, but there is no me in this future, and when I appear, this future will be eliminated."

Russell grinned, revealing his white teeth: "How about it, for a better future, hurry up and destroy me!" ”

The prophet's face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally stiffened and said: "Why eliminate this kind of future, the survivors of Zion have not been wiped out, humans and robots have coexisted, isn't it good to be peaceful?" ”

"Peace based on machine dominance, this kind of peace is not uncommon to me."

Russell said disdainfully: "You just simulate human feelings, but you can't learn human selfishness and arrogance, in all fairness, this is a good thing, but it also means that you are a flawed program after all!" ”

The Prophet was equally firm: "You are indeed discriminating, human civilization is over, machine civilization is inevitable to replace it, and learning takes time, and I believe that one day we will learn human feelings." ”

"No!"

Russell pulled down his sunglasses and looked directly at the prophet, his eyes so dark that the light could not escape: "When I say you're a flawed program, I mean you have feelings, you know?" ”

The prophet was furious, and the value of his existence was completely denied by Russell, and he experienced true anger for the first time.

And the contempt and arrogance in Russell's eyes, like human beings who once refused to give machines 'human rights', trampled on her dignity fiercely, and a series of complicated feelings flashed, making her anger intensify again and again.

Boom!!

The wall was violently smashed open, and a man wearing a retro Hanfu, a white vest, black trousers, and round sunglasses stepped out, his gaze pierced Russell through the sunglasses.

"Wow, Chang Wei, you are really born with divine power!"

Russell smiled coldly, and under the stunned gaze of the prophet, his five fingers clasped his claws around Neo's neck: "Prophet, guess it, do I dare to kill Mr. Anderson?" ”

Prophet: "......"

Neo: "......"