Matrix Code - Matrix 4-The Super Matrix

I wanted a Matrix 4 so much that I wrote a screenplay for it; it's in the Construct/Fan Fiction section for anybody who's interested. I hope this is an OK post for this section.

Here's an excerpt from Matrix 4-The Super Matrix:

This scene opens with Neo walking through the brightly lit back corridors of the Matrix. All the doors to his sides are open and in each one is a shadowed figure of Smith with eyes closed. Neo appears not to notice any of them. He reaches the end of the hall and the last figure in one of the side doors is Smith with his eyes open. Neo goes through the last door. The room he ends up in is exactly the same as the one he went into just before he first met the Architect. He then sees the same door that led to the Architect’s room filled with a wall of video monitors. He tries to open it but it’s locked. He pauses, then closes his eyes and thinks. We see his mind briefly flashing back to the boy who bends the spoon. He opens his eyes and stares at the knob. He reaches to grasp the knob but stops, holding his hand a few inches away, then turns. The knob turns with his hand motion. At the moment of full turn the identical sequence of events occurs as did at his first meeting with the Architect but he does not end up in the room with the video monitors. Instead, bright light swallows him up, turning into searing electrical strands firing in all directions. We can barely see him but we see enough to know that he isn’t in any discomfort. He turns his head slowly in all directions, observing the phenomenon. He starts to walk forward.

Neo very slowly emerges from the light. As he walks the frenetic quality of the light decreases as recognizable objects such as trees and flowers half materialize. The objects don’t seem to be attached to anything at first; they just seem to be floating in space.

The farther he walks, the more full the objects become and more connected to their surroundings until finally the bright light has completely gone and has given way to a grassy field with trees and flowers. It’s a perfectly beautiful day. The Architect is standing in the field, holding a dark haired, fair skinned baby. He is being very playful with it. Standing about next to trees and in the open are agents appearing like Secret Service guarding a president. Neo walks in and stands next to the Architect whose demeanor is grandfatherly. None of the people in this scene seem to notice Neo and he appears spirit-like. He watches for a few moments, confused by the Architect’s good nature. After a few more moments Neo gives a small smile, revealing his joy at the happy interaction between the Architect and the baby. The Architect starts to walk away and his agents turn and follow him. As the agents move off, the landscape unexpectedly follows them, sucking itself out and leaving behind a well-appointed bedroom in its place.

We see a woman from behind sitting at a dressing vanity, naked except for some very skimpy, almost see-through lingerie. She’s making herself up for the evening. She starts talking to a man in another room as she starts brushing her hair.

Young Persephone: Honey, would you check on the baby, please?

Young Merovingian: (off-screen) (In French) << No problem >>. Could you please lay out a tie for me?

Young Persephone: Sure

Neo walks over to just behind and to the side of where she is seated. It’s a younger Persephone, perhaps in her early to mid twenties. She keeps brushing her hair for ten strokes or so, staring into her reflection, appearing unaware of Neo. She startles him slightly when her eyes shift to him through the mirror.

Young Persephone: I’ve been waiting for you to come.

Neo reacts with some embarrassment, as though he’s been caught being a voyeur. She slowly puts down the hairbrush and starts putting on some lipstick, still watching and talking to him through the mirror.

Young Persephone: A kiss. It’s just a kiss, right?

She continues to apply her lipstick. Neo thinks about her question, but she answers before he has a chance.

Young Persephone: No. A kiss is much more than just a kiss. A kiss is to a long romance what a painting is to a thousand words. (Pause) The wine, hmmm; the chocolates, delicious; the love letters, divine, of course. But they are just like the words, no? (Pause) The kiss, however…. The kiss….

She finishes her lipstick and, looking very sensual, stands up and turns to face him. She takes a step towards him and kisses him briefly on the lips.

Young Persephone: The kiss is like a painting; it reveals everything at once.

This time she gives him a long, slow kiss. He only half resists.

At the end of the kiss she has her eyes closed and is lost in ecstasy. A few moments pass with her eyes still closed. She opens them and looks deeply into his eyes.

Young Persephone: Yes, I see…you are the one…. (Pause) you are the one for her. I approve.

Dressed in an expertly tailored dinner jacket, shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, a younger looking Merovingian (whose real name is Victor) comes into the room. As he does, Persephone looks over to him and asks him a question about Neo.

Young Persephone: Victor, what do you think? Do you approve?

He stops what he’s doing to consider his wife’s question. There is no indication that Neo’s presence in the same room with his almost naked wife is somehow unusual. He looks Neo up and down as if he’s know him for years but has never really looked at him carefully.

Young Merovingian: (To her in French) << Ah, yes. What a magnificent boy he is. >>

The Merovingian looks back between his wife and Neo a couple of times with approval.

Young Merovingian: (To Neo) If she is in love with you, well then, of course, you have my blessing. Absolutely! Shall we have a little toast, you and I…you know… to celebrate? (To Persephone) Dear, do we have the time?

She nods approval and gives Neo another look as he and her husband turn to walk into the adjoining library. As they walk off, the dressing room curls up behind them, and is absorbed into the library.

Victor goes to a wet bar, pulls down two cognac glasses and some cognac, pours them both a toast’s worth, and raises his glass, smiling.

Young Merovingian: She is something else, isn’t she? (In French) << What a beauty. >>

Neo nods, they kink glasses and drink. A few moments go by. As the Merovingian walks up and looks into a full-length mirror on the wall, his happiness shifts to sad reflection.

Young Merovingian: Ah, but it is a terrible thing, though.

Neo: What is?

The Merovingian turns away from the mirror and looks back at Neo.

Young Merovingian: I would do anything for that girl but unfortunately I don’t know who she is any more. I lost her long ago just as I have lost my wife. (Pause, as he downs the remainder of his Cognac) And I, too, am lost.

His appearance looks tense. A few more moments go by. Then, angrily, he turns and looks back into the full-length mirror on the wall. We see Neo standing behind the Merovingian who shouts.

Young Merovingian: I’ve lost everything! What has happened to me?!

He throws his cognac glass at the mirror. The cognac glass shatters.

But the mirror (with its reflections of them and the room) remains intact; and Neo and the Merovingian remain outside the mirror with their backs facing us but everything else in the library breaks into shards (as though it were the mirrored reflection) and falls to what would be the floor surface (if it were still there). What was the room is now a dark mountainous landscape at night. The mirror is still standing. The Merovingian turns to face Neo but the Merovingian is now Marouk (who is one of Morpheus’s new crew members).

Neo: (looking perplexed) Who are you?

We hear glass shards rubbing against each other. Neo looks down and in all the shards are images of Smith who simultaneously reply.

Smiths: Don’t you know?

The shards slowly come together around Marouk’s feet and, as they are absorbed into him, serpentine strands with Smith heads begin to grow out from Marouk’s neck and body. Neo draws back. Marouk’s head morphs into a dragon’s head with eyes dripping venom and a mouth dripping lava. The monstrous Hydra-like form grows enormous with a hundred Smith heads dancing on serpentine tentacles.

The creature attacks, grabbing and wrapping Neo in one of its long tentacles like a snake wrapping its prey. It squeezes, Neo winces. As he’s being slowly brought towards its mouth, he closes his eyes and concentrates. He visualizes the girl from the Oracle’s room that could levitate balls. Neo causes surrounding rocks to hurl towards the creature but the Smith heads only swallow them. He tears out an enormous tree and sends it towards the creature’s head but it is engulfed in flames when the creature spews lava at it. Neo struggles as the monster slowly draws Neo to her mouth and swallows him. It snarls triumphantly at the sky but shortly after starts to show signs of internal distress. With a wail of agony it starts to writhe around and the distress increases until she finally explodes. There is a vortex of explosion debris and light trails that obscures everything.

As the view slowly clears, the surroundings morph into night on the street of a typical Matrix construct. Many Smith bodies appear dead and immobile, strewn across an abandoned gritty urban street. Neo breathes a sigh of relief and exhaustion. He turns to leave but then senses something. Smith bodies start getting up slowly one by one. He turns to face them. Neo battles them for about 30 seconds. As the Smiths seem to be gaining the upper hand, a voice calls to Neo from a building close by. Neo looks and sees that Morpheus and Trinity are beckoning him to follow them. He does. They all three run into the building and through the halls of the apartment complex but everywhere they go, another Smith is waiting. They engage in some quick kick fights. Eventually, they all start running down a very long hall of the apartment complex. As they pass open doors, we see shadowed Smith’s (with eyes open this time) in all of them. Neo, Trinity and Morpheus come to the end of the hall. Trinity calls to Neo.

Trinity: Neo, quickly, in here! We’ll take care of them.

Neo looks unsure.

Morpheus: Don’t worry; you can trust us.

Neo quickly exchanges affirmative glances with both of them, goes through the door and slams it shut.

It’s strangely quite. He listens quizzically for sounds of a struggle. After a few moments he opens the door to investigate. It’s completely silent; no one is there and there are no signs of battle. He steps out to take a better look. After a few moments he calls out.

Neo: Trinity…Morpheus?

A hall door opens and a woman Neo recognizes appears. She is pretty but with an air of melancholy.

Rachael: Neo, is that you?

Neo: (Surprised) Rachael?

Rachael: Yes, it’s me.

Neo looks at her, then down the corridor apprehensively, and back at her.

Rachael: It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

Neo: Yes. Yes…a long time. It seems like forever. What are you doing here?

Rachael: I live here.

Neo looks around again.

Rachael: I’ve…I’ve been thinking about you a lot…recently. I really wish we-

She stops in mid sentence and lowers her head. He stops looking around and gives her his full attention. A few moments pass. She lifts her head.

Rachael: Do you remember when we were traveling cross country…we spent the night out in that desert in Nevada…

Neo: Black Rock.

Rachael: Yes…that was it…Black Rock. (Pause) We were up all night, mesmerized by the stars. We had never seen the Milky Way like that, so bright and clear.

Neo: Yes…I remember. It was the first time either of us could see that the universe really was filled with billions and billions of stars.

Rachael: Yeah.

There is a pause as they briefly look at each other with warmth and remembrance. Her eyes shift downwards again and her expression turns sad. A couple of moments go by.

Neo: Rachael…. I’m really sorry things didn’t work out. I know I wasn’t there for you, I…I mean, I know I couldn’t give you what you needed, but…but I…I always loved you; I hope you know that.

She looks sadly and lovingly at him and then looks down again. A baby starts to cry lightly in her apartment.

Neo: Are you…babysitting?

Rachael: You could say that…yeah. I have to go see how he’s doing.

We hear another woman’s voice coming from the room that Neo came out of.

Oracle: (off-screen) Please come back in, Neo. It’s very important. We have a lot to discuss.

He looks over to the where the voice came from. At the same time the baby’s cries start to increase. He looks back at Rachael.

Neo: (To Rachael) I’m sorry; I don’t mean to keep you.

Rachael: It’s all right.

Neo: It’s nice to see you again.

Rachael: You, too…Neo. (Pause) Bye.

Neo: Bye.

Rachael steps back into her apartment and closes the door.

Neo glances back down the hallway one more time and then reenters the other apartment. He sees a woman. She does not look like the Oracle but he knows it’s her.

Neo: Yes, we do have a lot to talk about. But this time I need some real answers; I don’t need more riddles.

Oracle: Quite right.

She looks him over.

Oracle: My, but you look awfully tired, though. How about a short nap, then we can talk as long as you like.

Neo: No thanks.

Oracle: Are you sure?

He tries to focus but her suggestion brings on a sleepiness he can’t seem to resist. She gently leads him to a couch.

Oracle: Neo, it’s OK…really…it’s OK.

She gently shifts him to the side and helps him lie down flat. As his head touches the pillow, he immediately falls asleep. Dissolve to next scene.

Read the rest at thesupermatrix.com Thanks, PD Wood