The Matrix: Ricochet

The smoldering remains of the doors still lay strewn about the floor. Smith's shiny shoe crunched against the burnt leftovers. He looked about, his mind raced as he tried desperately to loacte the door. He stopped in mid-step and caught the corner of the door. He lifted it and took it to the right doorway. It didn't exactly fit as well as it before. Several more Smiths rummaged about the ash, and still smoking pieces. Finally a Smith snatched a clump of ash, and held it to his mouth. He blew the ash away, and the melted key remained. The Smith by the door smiled. The other Smith handed the main Smith the key.
"Excellent," Smith remarked. Smith shoved the melted key into the also melted doorknob. He turned the key as best he could and... nothing happened.
"Well, it looks as though this was only once a lifetime event," Smith says coldly. The other Smith's begin climb outside the building. Then as Smith stands directly in the doorway, a green light begins to form around the edge of the door.
Smith is surprised, but remains steadfast. Finally the entire door is bathed in a incadessant green glow. Smith is transformed into matrix code, and his eyes then hurt from the white glow of the room he is now standing in. A black chair is turned, with its back to him. The chair slowly turns, and in it sits the Architect.
"I suppose," the Architect begins, "You are the Zero. The virus now inhabiting my perfect world."
Smith snorts, "Perfect?"
"Not concerned with who I am or why you are here?" the Architect asks.
Smith concentrates, and looks directly at the Architect, "You are the one who created the Agents."
"I not only created the Agent program," the Architect looks to his pen, "I also created the Matrix."
"Ah," Smith takes a step forward, "So you're creator huh? Bet you weren't expecting me?"
"You are not the first virus, by any means," the Architect explains, "Because of the anamolies' presence there are many more 'bugs' that must be worked out of the system. Although I'm curious of your connection to the most recent Anamoly."
Smith turns, bends his neck slightly, a crack ensues, "I'd rather not talk about it."
Things take a turn for the worst!
Smith runs at the Architect, pulling his right hand, as if he is about shove it full force into the Architect's chest! The Architect's eyebrow raises, and with a click on his pen, Smith stops, his teeth baring, his brow furrowed.
"Such raw human emotion," the Architect states plainly, "Especially for someone so sinister, so cold, so ruthless."
The Architect stands, and begins to walk around the completely frozen Smith, "Smith or whatever you call yourself, I have a proposal to make. I will allow you to go free, access to any amount of control or information you desire," The Architect leans closer to Smith's ear, "IF you are able to end the war."
The Architect sits, clicks his pen once more freeing Smith. Smith pushes his hand forward, continuing his motion, but in disarray and confusion.
"What what happened?" Smith asks gathering himself.
"I created you, and even though you have gained the ability to copy yourself, you are not all-powerful," The Architect grins, "So do we have a deal?"
Smith steps back, straightening his uniform, "Alright, I'll be free as long as I can end the war. That means the death of Mr. Anderson, correct?"
"If that is how you believe the war can be ended, then so be it," The Architect says.
Smith look around at the room, all the TV monitors are on, and each view different sections of the Matrix, "Nice place you have here."
Smith looks at the two doors, "Why two doors?"
"That is of no concern to you, the door on your left leads back to the Matrix," The Architect explains.
"I'll show myself out," Smith says, and he walks casually to the door, opens it and vanishes in a blanket of light.
The Architect looks straight ahead, "I shall have to make access to this chamber much tighter next time, too many visitors already."

Smith appears once more in the door he had created, the other Smiths are simply standing awaiting orders.
"Gentlemen," Smith says, "We have a long day ahead of us."
The Merovingian watches out the window of his high class restuarant, and looks below at the street. He notices several black suit clad people running about, they run into a crowd that are waiting to get into his restaurant. The black suits attack the crowd, and then the people change into the same black suited men.
"Very interesting," Merovingian turns about, and snaps to his cohorts, "Go zee what ze problem is below."
They do as they are told, and run toward the elevator, "Take ze stairs!" The Merovingian commands. They stop and turn toward the door only a few feet from the elevator.
"My dear husband," Persephone says, siting in an elegant black dress, "What ever is the problem?"
"I would zay we have a virus on our hands," Merv says.
"Oh really?" Persephone thinks back, she doesn't remember any of the rebels saying anything about a virus.
"Yes," Merv looks to a door a few feet from him, "Come my love, I think we will safer in Hel."
"Touche," Persephone says, and takes the Merovingian's arm. With but a turn of key, and the knob, the two walk into the Merv's nighclub, Hel. As Merv turns to close the door, he grips the doorknob, just then Smith pulls the door open so hard and quickly that it causes the Merovingian to turn about. Smith grabs and pulls the Merovingian out.
"Oh, no," Persephone turns as Smith's grin widens, he pushes the door shut, and she hurriedly goes through her small purse on her side, "No, my keys, he has my keys."
"The Merovingian I presume?" Smith asks.
The Rabbit hole continues to deepen...
Merv straightens himself up, "Yes, and who may you be?"
Smith smirks, "That doesn't matter, because soon, you will be me!"
Smith shoves his hand forward, the Merovingian quickly moves backward just in time. "Ah, don't worry," Smith says, readying to attack again, "It will be a painless process!"
The Merovingian blocks Smith's next attempt, Smith is surprised, he thought that Mr. Anderson was the only able to block him. "So you are as powerful as the one called Neo?"
"Ah, ha ze One?" The Merovingian "Well, not that it matters to you, but yes, we are linked in more than ways than anyone possibly knows."
"Then how would you know?" Smith asks.
"I know everyzing I can," the Merovingian explains, "I think we have much common you and me. I think we can help each other."
"I know," Smith says, "And if you join me, then I can know everything you know."
"Ah," The Merovingian grabs a drink off a table, and takes the whole of it down in one swallow, "If only I had not written a firewall into the fabric of my image code. Just in case zomeone like you came along."
Smith's face goes from enjoyment to aggravation, "There's no way for me to know unless I tried to actually copy myself onto you."
"Zat's right," The Merovingian bumps his eyebrows up, “And if you do try, I will tell you that you won’t have a chance in Hell in trying to imprint yourzelf onto me.”
Smith inhales and exhales deeply, "So be it. How can you help me?"
"I will see to it that wingless, and ze One are available to you without any trouble," The Merovingian walks to the door, "And as an extra bonus, I may possibly have the last exile from the machine mainframe."
"A child, I presume?"
"You presume correct," The Merovingian pulls his key out, "Now, if you'd be so kind to tidy up a bit before you go, I have a date to keep."
Smith nods, and the Merovingian returns to Hel. At this point Smith slows his copying of the Matrix's inhabitants to be sure that the Merovingian's plans will follow through smoothly.
The Merovingian steps back into his nightclub, where hundreds are already dancing to the hard metal, techno music, as well as drinking and having a very good time.
“I zee everyzing is in order,” Merv smiles as he looks at his wife, “Come my love let us join in on the celebration.”
One of the Merovingian’s lackey’s walks along side him, speaking, “Sir, its confirmed, the Trainman just dropped off the One at the Train station.”
“Ah, excellent, does he know that it is ze One?”
“Not a clue.”
“Very good. Everyzing is falling into place, just ze way I like it."

Good story man, I like it so far. The only thing is, I think the way you describe the Architect is too "human", and same with Smith earlier on in the story. In Reloaded, I don't think the Architect smiled a single time... And Smith doesn't seem like he would say "nice place you have here". But overall, good job. 👆

I just thought it would help to have some connection to revolutions when Smith says, "Like what I've done with the place?" or something like that. The Architect is such a hard character for me to write, firstly, I didn't know where to use all the big words, such as the way he spoke to Neo. But then I thought he may be doing it throw Neo off. And when he speaks with another machine, he would probably be more casual.
Also I'm going to try to get in some detail exactly how Neo's mind got zapped into the matrix at the end of revolutions, and some of the other things in the reloaded and revolutions that I didn't see, that I wanted to. LIke Seraph actually tries to fight all the Smiths off, but of course did not succeed. Also I was curious as to why Seraph did not use his key to go through the back doors to escape Smith. But as we find out, Smith gained that power after he left the Architects. which explains how he was able to get to the hall of doors and stop neo and morpheus. He knew where to go and where to be b/c the Merovingian was still helping him, or that's what i'm putting into the story anyway. Anywho thanks for the input, and i'm going to continue the story for as long as can. Because well I love the Matrix series.

Architect doesn't strike me as ever being casual, but that's just me. I don't know that many big words he uses either, so I guess it's good for the writer. 😉

Yeah it was easier on me to write the Architect that way, because I did'nt feel like using the bigger words that he does. I just want the story to run smoothly, i don't want to get bogged down in the minute details, besides it is MY story! The architect could be a freaking illusion placed by the machines to make it seem as though the humans have some amount of power when actually they don't and any amount of truces or resistance will be meet with more and better control tatics.

I don't care what other people say, Vim. This is definetly a VERY GOOD story. Just like you said, you and i have a lot of the same ideas, we should most definetly work together!

Thank you again, and yes, the only thing I'm worried about is the copyrighting of stuff. Such as who should have that, and how should things be split such as books, but of course no one's really worried about short stories in here, especially one's based on an already copyrighted property.

By the way i noticed that I made a mistake, Smith should've met the Merovingian between when he took over bane, and when he mets Neo and the others in the backdoor hallway. "You see that's the difference between you and me, I've been expecting you." The Merovingian had been keepin tabs on them the whole time, with the key maker of course, and knew about the backdoors as well. So there I admitted my mistake, and if you reread just pretend Smith met the merovingian earlier, or maybe its a flashback or something anyway, to keep it on the right track I thought I would mentions that... Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
Actually let's fast forward to the very end of Reloaded, our heroes are on the run from the sentinels, where only moments before the Neb was destoryed by a Sent-bomb.
"We're not going to make it," Neo says, doubting himself.
Trinity reassures him, "We have to try."
"Neo!" Trin turns to see Neo just standing there, "Come on."
"Wait, something's different," Neo says, he has the same feeling from when he destroyed the agents, months earlier, "I can feel them."
The sentinels appear in the bright orange light, Neo can feel their electrical inner workings, in a brilliant display Neo shuts the sentinels down from the inside causing them to malfunction. Then all Neo can see is blinding orange light, that changes into swirling forms, that quickly transforms into the matrix code. An unusual bull headed shape appears in front of him, then he feels himself fall, and fall through the code, until he stops in perpetual darkness. Neo opens his eyes, and sees fluorescent lighting, something is familiar about the surroundings, yet not so familiar. He looks to his left and see a small Indian girl.
"Who are you?"

Cool! Keep postin because I want to see what happens next. Sounds interesting!

"Well, I'm not so bad once you get to know me," Smith said looking at the little girl.
"I have beaten you before," Seraph said, Smith stood up.
"That's true, but as you can see things are a little different than before," Smith said. Seraph kicked Smith with his right leg to the gut, and pulled his left leg in tight to him. Seraph's foot smashes into Smith's face, which sends him back into the waiting arms of the other Smiths. An all out brawl takes places, Seraph worms his way around all the other Smith's attacks, and takes to the offense with style and precision. He manages to spin kick one through the window, and sweeps several more, until he performs a flip kick that sends one smashing into the wall. Sati is frozen with fear, a Smith finally walks over to her, and pushes his hand into her chest. He picks the petite figure up, and blackness covers up and begins to grow until it becomes a Smith.
Seraph sees the transformation, "NO!" He gets mad and fights his way to the Smith that had taken over Sati. He performs a split kick knocking the two blocking his path out of the way. He blocks the Smith right in front of the Sati one, and punches him the face, spins him around into an elbow strike. Seraph is about to plunge his hand into the Smith's chest, but is overwhelmed when ten hands grab him, and the Sati Smith takes over Seraph.