"My name is Neo!"

Neo was a little overwhelmed at the moment, he awoke from the virtual world of his mother, trained in Morpheus's ship, and returned to Zion, the last refuge of humanity, for the first time.

In fact, Neo does not know if he is the savior that Morpheus claims to be, but Morpheus tells him that only he can end the battle between humans and machines.

Morpheus gave Neo the truth of the world, and Neo is willing to give back to Morpheus, even if he is not the savior of fate, he is willing to do his best to help Morpheus achieve his ideals.

But when these strange men in armor who could advance against the entire Zion defense fire appeared in front of him, Neo felt the weight of the so-called savior.

"I'm Neo!"

Neo repeated his name and straightened up to look at the man in front of him.

He was just himself, and Neo never thought of himself as a savior.

However, Soap simply placed Rorschach's hand-drawn image in front of Neo, confirming that the eighty percent resemblance was his target.

"Confirm the existence and begin the quarantine operation."

Receiving Soap's order, the rest of the Mobile Suit took out a syringe from the assault boat and injected a substance directly into his body, despite Neo's objections.

Even if you learn a lot of fighting skills through the mother program, in front of Mobile Suits, this is as weak as a newborn cat cub.

Neo clutched his neck, not feeling the slightest strangeness.

"Let him go!"

Watching this scene, Morpheus was a little excited, he broke free from the guards who were guarding him, and rushed to Neo's side to protect him.

However, the Mobile Suit did not act superfluously after completing the injection, as if he hadn't seen Morpheus, and stood behind Soap again.

"Morpheus!"

The voice of the Presbyterian stopped the agitation of Morpheus, and he regained his senses and stood aside.

Now Zion also has a clear understanding of the newly arrived mobile suits.

It can easily take out all the APU mechs, but it doesn't hurt anyone. With a full-coverage exoskeleton armor, it shows a human face in front of everyone.

It's not that no one suspects that there is a machine hidden under the human face, but after a simple thought, it can be understood that the machines that completely defeat the human are not so boring.

The human body has great limitations, and machines that break through the limitations of form can have more functions.

Since it can kill all of Zion, there is no need to use this disguise to confuse the enemy.

The Presbyterians remained calm and approached Soap, calmly and restrainedly reaching out to invite Soap.

The exchange between the two sides did not even speak, and the messenger of the Council of Elders only stretched out his hand to make an inviting gesture.

"Open all weapon safes and forbid to attack anyone!"

The sound of soap relieved everyone, and now there is a basis for communication between the two sides.

In the hastily erected conference hall, the two sides were lined up on either side of the long table, like an ignorant savage and a technological homo sapiens, sitting down and communicating in restraint.

It is said that it is a conference hall, but it is just a relatively empty area under the dock, and even when the battlefield is cleaned above, there are constantly falling bullet casings falling around everyone.

Soap looked at the person opposite and carefully picked up the bullet case and handed it to the person on the side, looked down at the bread in front of him and sighed helplessly.

Bread, the only wheat left in Zion.

A man named Jeffrey once found a video of human cultivation in the past, so he tried every means to collect wheat seeds from the surface and set up ultraviolet equipment to cultivate them under the nose of the machine.

Such a dangerous behavior was discovered by the machine, and the surface cultivators fought the machine to protect their crops.

It ended with all humans being killed by machines.

After that, the rebels did not venture to the surface again, and the last batch of wheat that Jeffrey and others had ventured to plant was successfully transferred to Zion.

Due to the harsh underground environment, all the inhabitants of Zion can only taste the taste of wheat every six months.

This was named 'Jeffrey's Bread' and was the only natural food in Zion.

And the thing to taste was nothing more than a slice of bread thinner than the beef of a ramen shop, and even a lot of bran mixed in the bread slice.

Only newcomers who have just returned to Zion are given a whole loaf of bread as a home to welcome their lost families.

And for example, the captains who have the greatest autonomy, and even the Council of Elders have to serve them, all they can eat is a synthetic starch paste. It smelled like soaked crushed brick slag mixed with motor oil.

The bread now placed in front of the soap was the size of a palm, the highest courtesy Zion could offer.

The captains re-parked their ships in their proper positions, and one after another came to the dock, waiting for this sudden exchange in all directions.

Locke, the commander of the Human Resistance, hurriedly climbed down from the dock at this time.

As the commander of the Resistance, Locke had just been at the forefront of the APU mech, which made him the first wave to suffer from the violent disarmament of Mobile Suits.

Just now someone came out of the APU mecha, and they came to the negotiating table non-stop.

The Council of Elders, as the supreme will, did not rush to start the exchange, but waited for Locke.

In Zion, where there are only a few hundred thousand free humans left, the human spirit of resistance represented by Locke, the commander of the Resistance, is the leader, and the elders will not overstep their bounds.

Locke looked at the people around him and nodded to the captains secretly.

Sitting across from Soap, Locke asks everyone's question, "Are you human?" Did the machine get you here? ”

Under the terror blockade of machines, creatures called humans are partners on the same front.

Although I have confirmed in my heart that the person in front of me is not a lackey of the machine, it is reassuring to hear the other person say it.

"We are the ...... of Task Force 141 of the Time and Space Authority"

As soon as I said a word, the soap couldn't go on.

The exchange should be negotiated by the Secretariat's diplomatic staff, who are war machines and who landed to find Zion on an extermination mission.

Locke was a little confused about the description of soap, which was normal. As free men of Zion, it would be nice to survive under the pressure of survival brought by machines, and they have little access to scientific knowledge.

After silence, Soap grabbed the bread in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth.

Coarsely dried wheat is not refined, and the bran and dried wheat grains have a sand-like texture.

Amid the rattling of teeth, Soap thought about how to get the other party to identify with the Temporal Authority, but when he looked back at the other side, he saw envious eyes.

'Envy? Why? Is it bread? ’

In an instant, the soap understood why, this bread, which tasted as coarse as sand, was the only great food that the other party could handle.

Soap swallowed the whole loaf of bread, connected the communication on the nano-biochemical suit to the orbital assault craft, and said, "Nikolai, bring down the food reserves on the assault boat...... Be quick! ”

Then the crowd heard a heavy sound from the dock overhead, as if something had hit it, and they started running.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a guy in an armored suit, carrying a super large refrigerator on his back, jumping straight from above.

Soap opened the refrigerator, took out an apple from it, and handed it to Locke on the other side.

Apples, a very common fruit, are also very common in the virtual world of the parent body.

But this is Zion, and the only plant is wheat that Jeffrey bought for his life.

Locke's hand rubbed together, feeling the slightly cool apple. Then he handed the apple to the next person.

The next person endured the dry throat, swallowed the apple in his hand, and handed it to the next person.

It was passed one by one, and it didn't enter anyone's mouth at the end, and the person at the end of the line walked out with the apple in his hand.

Zion still has children, and those born through normal childbearing have never seen these ......

"Actually, you don't have to, we still have a lot more."

The soap was pushed straight to the refrigerator, and the food that fell out of the refrigerator formed a mountain.

Heavy breathing kept coming from all around, it was food that had only been seen in the parent virtual world, real food.

Locke didn't need to look back into the eyes of the Elders, and his trembling voice asked everyone's most concerned questions.

"You ...... Did you repel the machine? Built a shelter on the surface? ”

Only shelter is built on the surface, and only soil can give birth to plants! The variety of food in front of you is proof of that!

"We are from the ...... of the Temporal and Space Authority"

"Is that the name of your organization? We are Zion, and this underground shelter is called Zion! ”

The exchange between the two sides made Soap more helpless, and he stretched out his hand to press down, as if to calm the mood of everyone in Zion.

"Nope! We come from other universes, and we are ...... Forget it, let's read the instructions after the red! ”

In the eyes of the people in front of him, Soap couldn't make a reasonable explanation at all, and could only use the induction training first filmed by the Time and Space Administration as an explanation.

After watching a series of presentations, Zion's leadership was even more agitated.

Morpheus was about to pounce and shout for a savior, but Neo breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to press Morpheus's shoulder to keep him calm.

What could be more in keeping with the existence of a savior than the Temporal Authority?

The refrigerator that had cast the Traceless Stretch Charm and poured out a lot of food was about to make Zion up.

With trembling hands, Locke cut an apple into hundreds of slices and divided them equally among everyone present in celebration, carefully plucking the apple seeds and handing them to the Council of Elders to keep, then licking his fingers to feel the sweetness.

Looking at the excited crowd in front of him, Soap was a little embarrassed to disturb.

Locke calmed down, sat down across from Soap, and asked, "What obligations do we need to fulfill?" ”

Enjoying the power brought by the Temporal and Space Authority, fulfilling his responsibilities and obligations, Locke saw it clearly, and the Council of Elders and the various captains behind him were also very clear.

Now they're gearing up, ready to complete the mission, and then lead the planet out of the grip of the machine.

However, Soap asks a seemingly odd question.

"Do you know how many years it is?"

Year? For most people in Zion, they have little sense of time, and only the Presbyterian Church that guarantees Zion's survival will record the so-called time in their spare time, leaving some traces of human history.

The elders whispered to each other, eventually giving Soap an answer.

"Now it's about 2199, and we can only judge with the help of the time records of our predecessors, and there may be a gap in the range."

Soap shook his head and said, "Your time should be 2700 to 2800 years, and humans have already experienced at least five reincarnations under the control of the mother......

(End of chapter)