The top floor of the famous five-star hotel, the splendid banquet hall, and the men and women in formal suits and dresses, all these elements constitute a luxurious banquet being held.
In a corner of the banquet hall, there were two guests sitting at a table who were incompatible with the same environment. When guests passed by, they would almost cast a surprised look.
One of them is a black-haired man wearing a crisp black suit and sunglasses. Judging from his face and facial features, he is quite handsome but very cold. It would be very suitable if he stood at the door of the banquet hall with a walkie-talkie.
The other guest was even more strange. He had a shiny bald head and a mustache that had not been taken care of well. His facial features looked a bit cunning, and his temperament was enough to make anyone who passed him hold his wallet. It was the most incredible thing.
What's more, he was wearing a washed-out blue T-shirt and old jeans, and guests with this look would basically be turned away by hotel receptionists.
"Mr. Logan, you specifically contacted us and asked to meet here. I think it must not be for dining." He sat upright in the black suit, folded his hands under his chin, and stared at the person opposite him.
"Hiss~burp~" The bald man with a mustache, known as Mr. Logan, drank a glass of red wine in one gulp, and then began to cut the steak with a knife and fork.
His technique was very unprofessional, and he made the plate clink loudly, which attracted the attention of the neighboring table, but the black suit just kept his original posture and said nothing.
"I know this steak isn't real," Logan said as he stuffed the cut beef into his mouth and chewed it, "but the matrix will tell my brain that it's delicious, juicy, and top quality."
The man in sunglasses and black suit looked at Logan, waiting for his follow-up statement.
"If something looks like a steak, smells like a steak, tastes like a steak, and fills you up, then it's a steak," the bald head declared decisively, "I want to come back to this world, Agent Smith."
"We are always open to anyone who finds their way back, Mr. Logan," the black-suited agent named Smith replied, "but we lost your ship, which is against the agreement."
"That's not my problem," Logan continued to treat those exquisite meals in a rude way: "After mastering the jump route of the Normandy and still being unable to catch up with it, I can only say that the equipment of those 'pioneers' should be updated.
Already."
"Perhaps so, Mr. Logan," Smith's tone remained unchanged: "But a message that ultimately proves to be worthless is not enough to exchange for what you asked for."
"There is valuable news, of course," Logan forked another piece of steak: "They will enter Zion after the next stargate jump."
"Mr. Logan, can we assume that you intend to give us the key to enter the Zion Galaxy?" Smith leaned forward slightly.
"That's impossible. The key is entered into each captain's brain in the form of 'indoctrination'. It does not belong to any text or image. Even if he subjectively wanted to write or draw it, he would not be able to do it." Logan shook his head.
"Then what do you mean, Mr. Logan?" Smith leaned back a little more.
"What I will hand over to you is 'the captain himself'," he grinned: "You must have a way to extract information from a person's brain, even if he is just a virtual consciousness."
"We need to think about it," Smith said, adjusting his sunglasses and becoming as still as a statue.
"Hehehe..." Logan continued to enjoy the luxurious dinner, and at the same time began to talk to himself, whether he was planning to tell Smith or trying to convince himself.
"I shouldn't have listened to Morpheus in the first place, about 'seeing the reality of the world', 'giving freedom to all humans', and 'we will win in the end'."
"Three years later, and three years later, and now it's been nine years, I don't see any possibility of victory for them. Facing enemies in the entire galaxy, what can they do with a few ships and a planet with depleted resources?
"
"Originally, I could still persevere by relying on my sense of superiority that I was alone when everyone was drunk. But what did he do? First he believed in a 'prophecy', and then he listened to the words of a 'prophet' and traveled tens of thousands of light years from a remote place.
A 'savior' was rescued on the Battery Star?"
"Isn't this a world dominated by science? What is the meaning of these inexplicable behaviors? Is it expected that he can destroy the entire galaxy's robots with one blow?"
"After experiencing such a ridiculous thing, I have figured out that there is nothing wrong with living in a dream. Rather than being tracked by a big bug at any time, I would rather be accompanied by a warm frame.
Sweet dreams go to death.”
"Listen, I don't want to remember anything, whether it's Y2K, the Matrix, Zion or the human battery, understand? I don't want to remember anything, I just want to live as an 'ordinary person'."
"Oh, no, this is not enough. I also want to have a lot of money and a high status, but being an entrepreneur is too tiring. It is best to be a famous movie star, someone who can ignore the director's face, and there must be many beautiful girls.
——”
"Mr. Logan," Smith interrupted his rambling: "We agree to your request, but we need to know your plan."
"Before they return to Zion, they will go to the 'Prophet' to confirm whether the 'Savior' they found is true," Logan pointed to himself: "You should have something to locate or track, give me
I am the only one, and I will use it when a hacker breaks in to point you to your location."
"No need," Smith took out a silver slider phone from his suit pocket and slid it across the dining table: "Just leave it where you 'logged in'."
"I'm temporarily logging in, so I can't bring it with me...oh?" When Logan reached out to touch the phone with a little curiosity, it swished and melted into his palm like a phantom.
"Just like you would use the connection program to bring things into the matrix, we can also give you something, Mr. Logan," Smith said: "Although you can't take it with you on the ship, it will still be there the next time you come.
In your hand."
"Very good," Logan began to enjoy the dessert: "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."
"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Logan." Smith nodded slightly.
"Then, please forgive me, I have to make a call." Logan stood up pretending to be elegant, and then walked towards the door of the banquet hall. The waiter at the door seemed to have some doubts, but because this banquet did not require payment,
Still let him leave.
Soon, Logan walked into a public phone booth outside the hotel and disappeared while picking up the phone.
