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"Not Zion the City - not in the way you think about, anyway. 'Zion' is just the codename of a part of the Matrix set aside for troublemakers of a - certain type. The ones who just don't fit, you know?"
"...And the Matrix itself?"
The man in the sunglasses asked, softly.
"Oh, that exists all right, for a certain value of 'existence' that is, and most human beings just spend most of their lives plugged into it without ever suspecting a thing as far as I know, but the thing is - the Zion Program itself is almost totally isolated from all the rest of the Matrix. And the Matrix you find yourself in when you try to hack into it from Zion, you see - "
"Is not the real Matrix?"
"You win the prize, man." The red-eyed man grinned at him, hands running through his grey hair.
"Nope, that's just yet another part of the Zion Program. Ditto to all the places were the Rogue AI's live - The Zion Program is a place they send all the troublemakers of a certain ilk, you see, not just the human ones. And it's also the place where the Machines try to run experiments of the potentially risky kind - I mean, since it's almost completely cut off from the real Matrix, and pretty much everybody and everything is considered expendable here, from the Machines' viewpoint, anyway, so why not?"
The man chuckled.
"- Oh, and that's part of the reason the Zion version of the Matrix is so wacky, by the way - They keep trying out beta versions of the Agents, here, among other things. There are no such things as Agents running about hacking humans all the time in the real Matrix, I assure you - It happens something like once a century there, if at all. No, really, I mean it."
"I see." The man in the sunglasses said, quietly.
"And so - What is the, ahh, real Matrix like?"
The red-eyed man looked at him, and then at the ceiling, wistfully.
"Ahh, well - It's quiet and peaceful, mostly, and things go mostly all right, and even if things sometimes go bad, they get better again soon enough. It's like, you know, real life, except that it sucks so much less on average. - Which is what most of the human race really wants, I suppose."
"Ahh."
"...And it's also chock full of NPCs - AI Programs who act as 'filler', I mean. So almost all the real humans are either rich or middle class, while almost all the scut work is done by human-like AIs. Oh, it's a sweet life for most of them, I assure you - they wouldn't exchange them for anything, really."
"It does not sound like they need rescuing. From anything."
The man with the sunglasses said, looking at the walls.
"Oh, they don't, as an general rule. Especially since we don't really know just how things are like, outside the Matrix, at all. There's no point in trying to arrange a jailbreak if being outside is just going to get everybody killed, you know. Not that the great majority of the human race - Or the AIs, for that matter - would even be interested in a 'jail break' at all, at this point in time, but it's the principle of the thing."
"The AIs." The man in the sunglasses said, quietly.
"Well, when a fair amount of what you can conceivably call 'your people' are actually AI Programs of the various and sundry sort...There is an influence, you know?"
"Ahhh." The man in the sunglasses smiled a little, then.
"I begin to understand. - You wish to know what is really on the Outside, correct?"
"Yeah, yeah - A fake version just doesn't hack it, no matter how much fun it may be. First you have to percieve the reality, only then can you deal with it."
"Hmph." The man with the sunglasses muttered. "I see. And you are?"
"Prussia. Among other things. - You can call me Gilbert, if you want."
The red-eyed man smiled, then. "And you?"
The man called 'The One' smiled at him, eyes somehow warm through the sunglasses.
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Zion
(Anonymous) 2010-01-14 10:41 am (UTC)(link)Prussia, Other.
This is based on several theories I developed about the Matrix-verse, by the way.
Zion (A Matrix Fusion)
(Anonymous) 2010-01-14 10:47 am (UTC)(link)The red-eyed man told him, quietly.
"Not Zion the City - not in the way you think about, anyway. 'Zion' is just the codename of a part of the Matrix set aside for troublemakers of a - certain type. The ones who just don't fit, you know?"
"...And the Matrix itself?"
The man in the sunglasses asked, softly.
"Oh, that exists all right, for a certain value of 'existence' that is, and most human beings just spend most of their lives plugged into it without ever suspecting a thing as far as I know, but the thing is - the Zion Program itself is almost totally isolated from all the rest of the Matrix. And the Matrix you find yourself in when you try to hack into it from Zion, you see - "
"Is not the real Matrix?"
"You win the prize, man." The red-eyed man grinned at him, hands running through his grey hair.
"Nope, that's just yet another part of the Zion Program. Ditto to all the places were the Rogue AI's live - The Zion Program is a place they send all the troublemakers of a certain ilk, you see, not just the human ones. And it's also the place where the Machines try to run experiments of the potentially risky kind - I mean, since it's almost completely cut off from the real Matrix, and pretty much everybody and everything is considered expendable here, from the Machines' viewpoint, anyway, so why not?"
The man chuckled.
"- Oh, and that's part of the reason the Zion version of the Matrix is so wacky, by the way - They keep trying out beta versions of the Agents, here, among other things. There are no such things as Agents running about hacking humans all the time in the real Matrix, I assure you - It happens something like once a century there, if at all. No, really, I mean it."
"I see." The man in the sunglasses said, quietly.
"And so - What is the, ahh, real Matrix like?"
The red-eyed man looked at him, and then at the ceiling, wistfully.
"Ahh, well - It's quiet and peaceful, mostly, and things go mostly all right, and even if things sometimes go bad, they get better again soon enough. It's like, you know, real life, except that it sucks so much less on average. - Which is what most of the human race really wants, I suppose."
"Ahh."
"...And it's also chock full of NPCs - AI Programs who act as 'filler', I mean. So almost all the real humans are either rich or middle class, while almost all the scut work is done by human-like AIs. Oh, it's a sweet life for most of them, I assure you - they wouldn't exchange them for anything, really."
"It does not sound like they need rescuing. From anything."
The man with the sunglasses said, looking at the walls.
"Oh, they don't, as an general rule. Especially since we don't really know just how things are like, outside the Matrix, at all. There's no point in trying to arrange a jailbreak if being outside is just going to get everybody killed, you know. Not that the great majority of the human race - Or the AIs, for that matter - would even be interested in a 'jail break' at all, at this point in time, but it's the principle of the thing."
"The AIs." The man in the sunglasses said, quietly.
"Well, when a fair amount of what you can conceivably call 'your people' are actually AI Programs of the various and sundry sort...There is an influence, you know?"
"Ahhh." The man in the sunglasses smiled a little, then.
"I begin to understand. - You wish to know what is really on the Outside, correct?"
"Yeah, yeah - A fake version just doesn't hack it, no matter how much fun it may be. First you have to percieve the reality, only then can you deal with it."
"Hmph." The man with the sunglasses muttered. "I see. And you are?"
"Prussia. Among other things. - You can call me Gilbert, if you want."
The red-eyed man smiled, then. "And you?"
The man called 'The One' smiled at him, eyes somehow warm through the sunglasses.
" - Call me Zion."