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Seraphim Anathema

By: Dark Mousy

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It was the texture. A dream that
was a dream yet not, taking place in a room he had been in but had not. Dreams
were only dreams, nothing real, and nothing solid � yet there was texture.

The texture
of his skin reminded him faintly of the way his own skin felt � only he could
sense purity around it, a sense of unreality. What was skin if it was only
programmed to tremble or send nerve endings of pleasure or pain? Even though it
wasn�t real, he could feel it, he felt as if he could taste it with the
proximity.

Still, he
knew that he would always hold more of a sense of reality than the other � he
was modeled after a human whose body was lying in another world, plugged in and
breathing. The other was not � modeled after a human who had no body or no
reality. He existed only in one world rather than two,
he was fashioned from someone�s mind. Perhaps that was why he was so perfect,
perhaps that was why he was so strong � regardless; that was why Seraph could
not love.

Seraph had
come to him in his dreams � his long, never-ending dreams. He could not be in
his dreams physically, but the program was, coaxing him into consciousness.
�They are waiting for you,� he would say. �You have saved Zion.�

Saved Zion?
Ended the war? The thought alone made him want to die, to shrivel up into a
corner and never see the light of day again. He saved Zion,
but at what cost? Trinity�s life? God, all he wanted
to do was see her. He could only feel the metal rods that had pierced her skin
and had taken her life away. �Kiss me,� she had said.

He did, and
it would be the last time he would ever feel her lips against his.

The thought
alone was more than he ever wanted to bear, and he knew that was a reason why
he could not wake up � he could not face Morpheus, or
the thousands of lives he had saved. He only felt desolate,
the fight with Smith no longer driven by love but by choice, something the
program could not understand�something the program refused to see. Seraph as
well, was restricted only by that choice. He was controlled by the mind of the
Oracle, the very mind that foresaw everything and faced the power of Smith
unafraid and unwavering. She had faith in The One, because she knew that it was
not a human emotion of love that drove him. It was an all encompassing vision
of choice, something The Architect could not understand or control. His
decisions were based on choice � to give The One the choice to lead Zion
or kill it.

Neo had
been the anomaly. Neo had been the one that had taken the wrong door by the
supposed view of hope that was only a guise for choice driven by the need to
feel her body again. But what was that need? Why did he feel so lost now,
without her?

�Wake up,
Neo.�

�I wish you could see what I see.� He
had wanted to show her, had wanted her to see the light that surrounded
everything. She had seen the sun for the first time in her life then �
something that he knew that she would have said: �I wish you could see what I
see.� He had felt it, like a beam of saving light over his body and mind. The
Matrix could never create sunlight that beautiful, it all felt so artificial,
so false. He had felt the warmth from that sun, had felt the beauty of what the
earth had once been like before man had spun his own demise.

Then it had
gone, like the dream it had been. They were thrust back into the darkness of
the machine world, and he could feel the end approaching. He had felt Trinity�s
death. Oh God, he had felt it. He no longer had eyes to cry, only scarred over
flesh that now cut off one of his real senses � he would never truly see again. The real world was lost
to him now, surrounded in a shroud of light that would never show things for
what they truly would be. He had lost his true eyes.

�Wake up,
Neo.�

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�I can�t��

The voice
of Seraph was soothing, because it was not real. It spoke to him in the realm
between the Matrix and the real world, a realm which Neo found himself within
again. He could open his eyes and see nothing but white, facing an off color
bench and hearing nothing but silence.

�Good.�
Seraph�s voice came from the left of him, causing Neo to turn slowly and look
at him. �I was beginning to worry.�

�You were
the one�talking to me.� Neo rubbed his eyes, knowing that his sight was not
real, that none of what he saw was real. He knew it all before, but Trinity had
been behind him to hold him, to push him forward of he began to fall behind. He
was without that support now, and felt as if he was going to fall forever.

�Yes.�
Seraph rose slowly, offering his hand down to Neo. �You should get up. The
train will be here soon.�

Neo looked
slightly bewildered, but took the other�s hand. Seraph helped him to rise
effortlessly, releasing his hand promptly when they did. He kept his calm
fa�ade, looking forward as if seeing something that wasn�t there.

�What are
you doing here?�

�The Oracle
sent me, to make sure that you would wake up.�

�How long
has it been?�

�You have n hen here for three years.�

Author�s Note: This story is going to be about trying to
find Trinity in the real world, as well as Neo�s life
after the war and Zion being
rebuilt, as well as how the machines will eventually react. There is a strong
chance that this story will turn out to have a special relationship between Neo
and Seraph, so if you don�t like it, I suggest that you do not read further.
Also, I do not have claim to any of these characters and am not making profit
off this story in any way.
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