The apartment suite is very spacious, and there are seven or eight young children in the living room. They are not ordinary children, they all have special powers.
Some can levitate building blocks, and some can bend spoons into twists with their thoughts.
Russell was not interested in these little ghosts. He knew very well that these children were not human little ghosts with tubes stuck in their heads, but programs, and their special functions were a way of expressing their authority.
"Don't even think about bending a spoon, it's impossible..."
The little boy practicing telekinesis was somewhat familiar with it, or perhaps out of a desire to show off, he handed the spoon in his hand to Russell and asked him to try changing the shape of the spoon.
Russell shrugged, squatted down and took the spoon from the little boy's hand. He knew that what he was holding was a set of data, but he didn't have the authority, so all he could see was a spoon.
Seeing Russell cooperating with him, the little boy smiled: "You have to recognize the reality. In fact, there is no spoon at all."
"so what?"
"So you will understand that it is not the spoon that is bent, but you."
When you think about it, it’s not the wind that’s moving or the sail that’s moving, it’s your heart that’s moving!
Russell raised his eyebrows. He understood this truth. The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind continued. It was like he wanted to be a good man from the beginning, but the boat broke apart. What could he do? He could only follow the path of a scumbag.
Go up to dark.
"Kid, you said it wrong in the first sentence. You are the only one in the world who can't do it. Nothing is impossible."
Russell showed a smile full of kindness and patted the little boy on the head: "It's actually super easy to bend a spoon. Uncle will do it for you."
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak————
Russell clapped his hands and left, leaving behind a confused little boy and ten bent spoons.
One pair could no longer be called spoons and were violently straightened by Russell's hands, turning them into chopsticks.
"Wait a minute, sir, the prophet is still meeting other guests."
Seeing that Russell walked into the kitchen without waiting, the black woman hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but it was no use. She grabbed Russell's arm and was dragged into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the prophet was sharing the cookies he had baked. Neo picked up one and had already eaten most of it.
Seeing Russell appear, both of them were stunned. Putting aside the confusion of the prophet, Neo was surprised by the appearance of Russell. When Morpheus informed him of the existence of the prophet, he always thought that Russell was the prophet.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson, we meet again."
Russell stayed where he was, with a posture of "I own this mountain", with roots under his feet and no intention of leaving.
The black woman could not even push or pull Russell, and kept apologizing to the prophet. It was because of her negligence in her duties that the prophet's guests were disturbed.
"It's okay, I just finished talking here."
The prophet shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't mind. She was an old black woman in her fifties and looked ordinary, with nothing special about her.
"Hello sir, what should I call you?"
The prophet politely extended his hand, but Russell glanced down and did not take it. Instead, he hooked Neo, who was about to leave, with his backhand. It seemed that the two brothers were good friends, but they forced each other to stay as an audience of the meeting.
The prophet was slightly startled: "Sir, you don't seem very friendly."
"I'm easy to talk to, but it depends on what kind of person I am opposite. Unfortunately, you are not even a human being." Russell shook his head slightly and got to the point, clarifying the truth that the prophet is a program.
The prophet shook his head and said with a smile: "Can I regard your attitude as a kind of discrimination?"
"up to you!"
Neo looked confused and was held down by Russell. After listening to the guessing conversation between the two, he suddenly figured out something and said in surprise: "Prophet, you are not a human being, but a program?"
"Obvious things, I thought you knew."
The prophet responded to Neo, looked at Russell and asked: "So this gentleman of unknown origin, why did you come to me?"
"Hey, weren't you waiting for me?"
"I didn't wait for you. It was only when you showed up that I knew you would come."
The prophet shook his head: "I can't understand the code on you. It's disorderly, chaotic, illogical but traceable... It's very contradictory. It's like staring into the darkness. Everything I can think of is in it, but there are more.
It’s beyond my imagination.”
"It's interesting that the omnipotent prophet actually has things he doesn't know."
Russell spoke full of gunpowder and picked up a baked biscuit: "I'm very surprised that since the prophet knows everything, why does she still bake biscuits? She can know the taste of all the biscuits in the world with just a thought.
"
The prophet frowned: "Sir, the ending is not important, what is important is the process."
"That's for humans, machines only need results."
Russell put the biscuit to his mouth, thought for a while and felt it was unreliable, so he stuffed it into Neo's mouth and continued: "The Prophet is simulating humans. As a program, her task is not only to maintain the stability of the matrix, but also to detect humans.
Emotions, exploring the roots of human self-understanding, seeking the uncertainty of chaos..."
Every time Russell said a word, Neo's handsome face became paler, and correspondingly, the prophet's face became darker.
"The prophet leads human resistance, gives people in the matrix matrix who are unwilling to accept illusions the right to choose, learns concepts such as self, love, sacrifice, etc. from human resistance, and incorporates these concepts into machine civilization, ultimately achieving the goal of evolution."
Bang!
Neo broke free from Russell's restraints and got into a fighting stance. The target was the prophet whom he had talked about in detail before. There was no reason, but he felt that Russell was right.
"Mr. Anderson, why are you so excited?"
Russell waved his hand, hating his inability to argue: "This is exciting. If I told you that there were five generations of saviors before you, wouldn't you explode on the spot?"
Neo stood there in shock. His body did not explode, but his brain exploded. He was so shocked by Russell's words that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.
"Sir, who are you? Are you also a program?"
"hehe……"
Russell nodded the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "The matrix world is in 1999, so I am the millennium bug. The meaning of existence is to cause various system dysfunctions until the system collapses."
"There is no such possibility!" The prophet shook his head decisively.
"Yes, the sixth generation matrix system is not perfect. The emergence of the savior means that the system is about to reach the edge of collapse and must be restarted again."
Russell pulled Neo, who was stiff, and stuffed a biscuit into his mouth again: "You used that... Trinity, this name is hard to remember, to implant the concept of love into the savior, making him different from the previous ones.
The fifth generation savior program, this is very good, love represents infinite possibilities, this silly boy may really be able to upgrade the system."
"I...I am a program!?"
Russell repeatedly uttered shocking words, which made Neo's mind go blank and he almost fell into coma.
"Not entirely, you are half human."
Russell patted Neo's shoulder and gave him good news as comfort, but the effect was average and Neo's face became even paler.
"Sir, you have disrupted my plan..." The prophet's eyes were cold, as cold and ruthless as steel.
Russell shrugged, ignoring the prophet's cold eyes, and looked at each other fearlessly: "No, if I don't say these words now, the designer will tell Neo. If the designer doesn't say it, you will still tell Neo. I just spend time
It’s a little earlier, but the result is the same.”
Hearing this, a look of surprise and perhaps some fear flashed across the prophet's face: "How do you know so much? These... are things that haven't happened yet. The future is unpredictable. You..."
"Prophet, the future is all in your plan. The savior is locked in love and will only act according to your plan."
Russell took a deep breath: "To tell you the truth, in the future, your plan succeeded. Agent Smith successfully infected the whole world. In the end, Mr. Anderson and he died together, the matrix was restarted, and the program gained emotions."
"Success!?"
The prophet's face was filled with joy, and he suddenly saw Russell's teasing smile, and immediately said coldly: "No, you are lying to me!"
"I'm not lying to you, but there is no me in this future. When I appear, this future will be eliminated."
Russell grinned, showing his white teeth: "How about it, for the sake of a better future, come and eliminate me!"
The prophet's face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He finally said stiffly: "Why should we eliminate this future? The survivors of Zion have not been eliminated, and humans and robots have reached coexistence. Isn't it bad for peace?"
"I don't care about a peace based on the dominance of machines."
Russell said disdainfully: "You only simulate human emotions, but you cannot learn human selfishness and arrogance. To be fair, this is a good thing, but it also means that you are a flawed program after all!"
The prophet was equally firm: "You are indeed discriminating. Human civilization has ended. It is inevitable that machine civilization will replace it. Learning takes time. I believe we will one day learn human emotions."
"No!"
Russell pulled down his sunglasses and looked directly at the prophet, his eyes so dark that no light could escape: "When I say you are a defective program, I mean that you have feelings, understand?"
The prophet was furious. The value of his own existence was completely denied by Russell, and he experienced real anger for the first time.
The contempt and arrogance in Russell's eyes were very much like a human being who once refused to give machines "human rights", and it severely trampled on her dignity. A series of complex emotions flashed through, making her anger intensify again and again.
Bang!!
The wall was violently knocked open, and a man wearing retro Hanfu, a white mandarin jacket, black trousers, and round sunglasses stepped out. His gaze penetrated the sunglasses, piercing Russell like a knife.
"Wow, Chang Wei, you are indeed born with supernatural powers!"
Russell smiled coldly, and under the astonished gaze of the Prophet, he clasped Neo's neck with his five fingers: "Prophet, guess what, do I dare to kill Mr. Anderson?"