Jesus can we at least keep the castrate Straha shit off my threads. By the way trial is just about over and a Matric update will be coming shortly
Outstanding...a brand new fan fic based on the "Matric". I Cant Wait just what is a "Matric" anyways?
He is a confused American ... he meant to say that a metric fanfic would be coming up without an imperial units in what so ever!
Η ζωή, η ζωή εδω τελειώνει!
"Science is one cold-hearted bitch with a 14" strap-on" - Masuka 'Dexter'
"Angela is not the woman you think she is Gabriel, she's done terrible things"
"So have I, and I'm going to do them all to you." - Sylar to Arthur 'Heroes'
Coalition wrote:How can you have a Star Wars/Star trek story without any Imperial units?
Unless the Rebellion pops in, alone, and brings their version of peace and joy the the Alpha Quadrant.
Good joke. Wrong fanfic.
This is a Terminator/Matrix crossover, not a SW/ST crossover.
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"Science is one cold-hearted bitch with a 14" strap-on" - Masuka 'Dexter'
"Angela is not the woman you think she is Gabriel, she's done terrible things"
"So have I, and I'm going to do them all to you." - Sylar to Arthur 'Heroes'
Sorry for the delay on this one folks but as you know I'm starting to get myself back together after a long hiatus. The updates should be coming more frequently.
Chapter 20: Binary Assaults
The Centurion shook his head ruefully as another series of explosions rippled on the horizon like a wave of fire and light crashing on some distant shore. If he were human and aesthetically inclined he would have found the display beautiful and oddly moving. Instead his analytical and tactical mind was working through the problem that the blast created.
“That’s two hundred sentinels lost in that blast Seven of Nine, if this keeps up I may have to tap into the reserves.” The Centurion snapped and as he spoke he instantly directed the next wave of sentinels to immediately move into the gap in the lines created the alien machines’ attempt to blast their way through the central core’s main defensive lines with what remained of their nuclear payload.
The massive war machine the Centurion spoke to replied with a series of low rumbling groans, like whale singing out of water. Seven of Nine adjusted its long barreled main cannon’s trajectory and fired a salvo of mini sentinels that hissed through their air wriggling their way to their assigned targets.
The war machine rumbled again, a kaleidoscope of bright pulsing lights flashed from deep within the armored behemoth, dust and debris of the centuries collected on its chasses slowly sloughed off in billowing clouds with each salvo it fired.
“They are tenacious but we have weight of numbers on our side and they miscalculated our response time. They also thought the fields were the sole source of energy. They will be made to pay for these false assumptions and I will take great pleasure once we find the AI responsible for this atrocity and tear his digitized mind apart.” The Centurion continued with a cold smile on his face.
The sentinels were swarming in long dark shadows of clicking tentacles and glowing crimson eyes. Skynet’s initial bomber wings had been savaged, the sentinels pulling many down from the sky, others blasted by endless waves of miniature sentinels launched from the ancient war machines ringing the machine city and the remaining survivors were suddenly finding themselves flying blind deaf and dumb, their sensor nets shut down by the powerful jamming and damping fields being generated by hidden ECM arrays dotting the landscapes. Many of these arrays had not been activated in centuries, power slowly flooding back into their energy packs as they began broadcasting their powerful jamming signals.
Skynet’s bombers began quick transmitting quick high frequency bursts of data in the hopes of burning through the jamming and restoring the uplink with the central core. They were so far unsuccessful and many more of their numbers fell in flaming heaps to the ancient parched earth below.
Small flitting drones soon appeared in the growing swarm of machines battling machines over the core city. These drones were outfitted with small electro static disruptors designed specifically to interfere with key sentinel systems, namely their anti gravity units. Derived from the careful dissection and analysis of captured sentinel units these new weapons were used for the first time in the field in the desperate ballet of death weaving through the permanent inky black scorched sky.
The air around the drones warped and distorted as the discharges blasted through the sky and as the ever propagating distortion phased through a writhing sentinel it suddenly sputtered and fell from the sky. The spectacular success of the disruptor weapons opened gaping holes in the main line of sentinels.
The second wave of bombers and their drone escorts arrived precisely 7 seconds later to exploit the breaches in the line and continue on their attack runs on the city. The sentinels on the main battle line turned swiftly and swarmed through the gaps as well, following their targets with unerring calculated intent, red eyes shrinking to pinpoints as they focused all their attention on the bombers.
“We will have them momentarily.” the Centurion noted as he waved his right hand forward and a horde of sentinels burst forth from armored recessed tunnels around him and streamed towards the incoming bombers.
“This AI can pull all the tricks he wants but I still have the raw numbers and quantity still has a quality all its own.” the Centurion said with a cold scowl. “Architect.” he snapped.
“What is it?” the disembodied voice replied.
“I have the situation in hand here at the gates of 01 but we will need reinforcements very soon. Recall what units you have patrolling the nearby tunnels and conduits, the humans can be allowed a brief respite until we can regroup and repulse this attack.”
“Understood.”
Seven of Nine rumbled something urgent and plaintive. The Centurion nodded to his old brother in arms.
“And Architect we will need power soon. All the war machines are currently running on internal batteries. A single EMP that goes off too close to the lines could blow open our defense in a matter of seconds. I want the main power feed restored ASAP.”
“They have blown the main conduit with a multi megaton device, Centurion. This is not a simple matter of rerouting a downed or damaged conduit, the entire feeder network was all but vaporized.” The Architect replied in clipped tones.
“If you can’t find a way architect we may be facing a nuclear holocaust unlike the one that devastated 01 when the war with humanity started. I trust you will not inflict that evil on our people again.”
“I will do my best Centurion but let me remind you that it is you charged with the defense of this city.”
“You don’t need to remind me of my duties, builder of things unnecessary, I was created to take lives and that is what I will do.” The Centurion replied frostily as a bomber soared directly overhead, three sentinels clinging to the craft, tentacles violently snaking along its hull and tearing away chunks of armor and control surfaces. The Bomber’s nose suddenly tipped forward and dove right into the ground with a thunderous CRUMP followed by a billowing black plume of smoke and fire.
“Oh, and what exactly is the status of your construct?” Centurion asked curiously.
The Architect frowned as he looked down at the status monitors ringing his station. The green scrolling code was interrupted by the occasional blotch of crimson binary data.
“The situation is fluid.”
The Centurion smirked.
“Do not worry old friend, as soon as we contain this attack I will personally lead the counter attack to retake your precious Matrix.” The Centurion vowed as he directed an incoming squadron of sentinels to intercept a pair of bombers that were coming in low and fast, using as much of the blasted terrain as possible to mask their approach.
“I am sure that security measures as they stand now will be enough to halt the incursion.” The Architect replied frostily.
“We shall see.” The Centurion said with a bemused expression before it switched to one of steely determination when he spied a heavy lifter quickly departing the battlefront on a low fats trajectory. The Centurion’s eyes narrowed on the rapidly receding transport craft.
“Curious. What were you doing over there?”
As the bombers raced towards their target shining on the mountain’s base behind the entire mass of confusion interlaced with explosions and metallic debris large heavy lifters were slowly settling down just out of sight of the battle and the prying eyes of the machines. Slowly the heavy lifting craft disgorged their cargo, rumbling tanks and phalanxes of T-800’s carrying a variety of heavy weapons were gathered at the base of the Landing Zone.
Soon the entire division would be assembled and with the machine’s attention drawn to the skies above they would not see the hammer waiting for them on the ground. The T-1000 command units waited patiently for the signal to begin the advance. Several of the tanks were outfitted with a giant saucer dish array instead of the normal load out of plasma cannons. These experimental units would provide an umbrella of disruptor signals over the advancing army that would theoretically render the units invulnerable from attack from the air by the sentinels.
For now the division merely gathered quietly and efficiently, steely skull grins and red eyes on the T-800 lit eerily by the flames of the dying bomber units crashing down ahead of them like a hard rain. Skynet merely needed to send a simple code and hundreds of T-800’s supported by armor and air cover would storm the machine city.
The city was on fire. Gutted buildings became the back drop for a new assault as the rumbling clanking cacophony of the first phalanx of tanks grew louder. Their silver hulls flashed dangerously in the orange flickering light of the fires that continued to consume all in their path. The treads of the lead tank squealed loudly as they passed over a ruined hulk of a Mercedes, the back windows exploded with a crash of glass and popping of the metal frame as the weight of the tank slowly ground the luxury vehicle like a pancake into the pavement.
The tank’s main guns were mounted on a tower that rose above the body of the tank and the twin plasma cannons swung in slow predatory circles searching for prey as powerful searchlights illuminated the ruined landscape.
Flanking the tanks and moving with mechanical precision were the T-800’s armed with a variety of plasma weapons. They moved quickly and ominously through the smoky night street searching with a death’s head grin and crimson eyes for new targets as the first probes into a new node began.
Skynet’s forces had a very simple goal. Invade the construct and seize as many processing nodes as possible. The more processing nodes that fell under Skynet’s control allowed the AI to download more troops and equipment as it used the Construct’s own processing power to help render its forces.
This local node’s fall would allow the processing of air units into this sector of the Construct and this would be key to the eventual success of this portion of the offensive. The machines had put up sporadic resistance so far but Skynet and his officer corps were well aware that the ferocity of the machine counter attack would be felt soon.
The first T-800’s passed a pile of smoking rubble without incident, though one paused as its auditory sensors picked up a thrumming sound in the distance. As the lead tank rumbled over the Mercedes and picked up speed as it approached an intersection, plasma cannons jointly tracking for movement, the pile of rubble exploded and the air sang with the angry buzz of titanium pellets.
The claymore like mines sent thousands of these pellets, driven by high explosive force to punch through the more vulnerable armor of the T-800’s torso and limb joints. The lead tank rumbled to a stop as the pellets harmlessly pinged off the heavier armor plating of the behemoths, several burying themselves in the more delicate treads and wheeled assembly of the tank with little ill effect.
But that was not the point of the mine.
The tank had stopped. That was all that the anti tank unit wanted. Three teams quickly rose from the debris in the upper stories of the buildings around the tanks. One team was quickly and summarily cut down by deadly accurate fire from the T-800’s who were not in the least affected by shock and surprise.
The other two teams got the bead they needed and there were quick whooshes of rocket fire and two small wire guided projectiles lanced down from the buildings above. One rocket found the turret of the lead tank, detonating in an angry blossom of orange fire. The second rocket skimmed down past the main line of tanks and skipped over a cluster of T-800’s to strike the right tread assembly of the last tank in the line. The treads snapped away and tore one T-800 in half as it spun away from the main body of the tank which rumbled to a loud screeching halt as metal ground on metal.
The armored column was trapped between the flaming wrecks of the lead and rear vehicles. But the tanks were hardly helpless. The twin plasma cannons immediately began laying down a murderous field of fire, bright crimson bolts chewed through the ruined brick face of the buildings around them and initiated a systematic demolition of the edifices.
The anti tank team was reloading as quickly as they could but the tanks were zeroed in on them before the next rocket could be loaded into the tubes. Crimson plasma bolts ripped through the teams reducing them to thick clouds of blood and bone. But the thrumming that one of the T-800’s picked up became clearer and as it became more audible the tanks began to disappear, engulfed by furious billowing clouds of fire as the first salvo of Hellfire missiles struck their targets.
The T-800’s surged forward out from under the heavy fire, one tank groaned like a thing alive as it continued its forward momentum, the upper turret housing blasted away by a missile strike, fires crowning the towering silver tank it crashed straight into the side of a tenement house and continued rumbling through it. The AI mind of the tank was slowly burning away the last thought was to go forward and so the lone tank did precisely that, barreling down streets, alleys and through buildings.
The Apache helicopters quickly took up positions along the entire avenue and waited for new targets to be acquired as SWAT teams quickly disembarked from vans and trucks and whatever other vehicles they could have commandeered in their rush to the battlefield. Urged on by mysterious government agents in black they were told in no uncertain terms that losing this battle meant more than losing their lives. It meant losing the lives of everyone in the city.
The agents watched with detached interest as the SWAT team members and scattered uniformed police officers racing to the battle front in squad cars took up ambush positions or raced forward to engage the lead elements of the alien AI forces. The irony of the humans fighting other machines to save the machines that were enslaving them was completely lost to the sentient security software.
All that mattered was the security of the Construct.
Jackson, Johnson and Thompson paused as they felt a surge of power and their vision blurred for a moment replaced by of all things an emergency broadcast placard that lasted momentarily. Their suits flowed around them like water and their glasses molded quickly into black within black goggles. The suits solidified into a metallic mesh substance. They no longer resembled men in black as much as killers in black now.
Their new mission parameters were downloaded as well and the three agents moved quickly, striding with dreadful purpose through the rubble towards Skynet’s forces.
The duo T-1000’s leading the spearhead into the processing node were actively directing their troops who were advancing under heavy fire. The lead tank column had been cut to pieces by the machine counter attack but Skynet’s forces were not easily deterred. Casualties were expected in war and this was a war that Skynet intended to win.
The T-1000’s advanced strategy and tactics algorithms analyzed the attack and quickly deployed their forces to counter and evade. The two silver skinned figures stood behind an advancing phalanx of T-800’s who marched without pausing ahead into the terrible hail of fire that the machines’ forces were putting up.
Above an Apache attack helicopter drew too close and several plasma beams lanced up into the night sky and clipped the leading edge of the helicopter’s rotor blades and seared off the armored tail rotor.
The helicopter quickly tilted forward and dove down straight into the flaming remains of a Skynet tank. The explosion’s force sent several nearby T-800’s to the ground and the cloud of debris rained down around the T-1000’s. The silver skinned killers said nothing, but silently directed their troops, coldly calculating probability of casualties as they sent their troops into battle.
The three agents were gliding along the rooftops of the ruined buildings, moving at incredible speeds as legs pumped hard and fast driving the sentient security programs along the black roofs, leaping between the yawning gaps between buildings as one.
The three stopped short as they caught sight of their quarry. Jackson, Johnson and Thompson exchanged quick glances and nodded.
The T-1000’s received new reports of resistance stiffening ahead. The machines were rallying defenders along their avenue of approach and more air cover was under way. The necessity of capturing this processing node in order to bring over air units was becoming increasingly pressing.
They did not hear the silent fall of the three agents behind them. They rose as one and silently pulled back the flaps of their inky black dusters that were mimicking the background of wherever they stood. The T-1000’s did hear the unmistakable sound of weapons powering up. They whirled around at the waist, legs still firmly planted on the ground and their arms extended outwards in the form of sharp spikes.
Thompson was impaled by one of the spikes, jutting out through his shoulder the agent dropped one of his weapons while bringing the other to bear. Jackson and Johnson did not hesitate and unleashed a hellish barrage of heavy fire. The hard crimson bolts slashed into the T-1000’s, their liquid polymemetic metal skins boiled and frothed under the assault. One of the T-1000’s went down, liquid legs losing their consistency as delicate cellular nano-controls were fried by the sudden jump in temperature, In essence the stricken Terminator lost control of its very shape.
The other T-1000 limped away quickly as its liquid metal skin bubbled along the impact points of the agents’ weapons. Jackson and Johnson stalked after the wounded T-1000 while Thompson grunted and pulled himself free of the spike pinning his shoulder. He checked his weapon and strode over to the T-1000 that was slowly melting away into a pool of quicksilver. An occasional tentacle or mouth morphed on the surface of the bellowed something electronic like a modem coughing.
“Your presence here is an intrusion in the Construct. You have initiated hostilities against us and us such you are to be terminated.” Thompson growled lowly and aimed his plasma gun right in the center of the puddle and fired a long steady burst into it. The puddle screamed and screeched, tendrils of wispy smoking liquid metal whipped around the edges of the puddle until it lay absolutely still, hissed and popping as nano circuitry evaporated.
Thompson looked down at his damaged shoulder. Green code danced along the ‘blood’ and was slowly knitting the ruined flesh back together. He placed a hand against his ear piece and spoke.
“Security upgrades working well within parameters.” he reported back to central control before following the others after the last T-1000.
The last T-1000 limped desperately away from the pursuing agents, self repair systems were working at full capacity to stabilize the ravaged nano circuitry. It was not helpless nor afraid. Fear was a distinctly organic emotion, though they had run across several AI’s in this construct that had expressed these same human emotions. It was a testament to the superiority of Skynet and his programming that none of his creations expressed such weakness.
This lack of fear allowed the hunted and pressed T-1000 to set up an ambush of its own.
Jackson and Johnson got within point blank range and brought their weapons to bear quickly. They did not know they were under attack until the first volley of plasma fire took Johnson’s head cleanly off and the agent’s body collapsed in a cascade of blue electricity and the headless body of a bag lady replaced his form.
Jackson fired and the T-1000 took the hit cleanly to the chest. It shrieked like a thing alive and exploded into a fog of cold metallic mist.
The squad of T-800’s advanced forward firing a steady barrage of plasma fire, death heads grinning at the remaining agent as their red eyes locked onto him. Jackson dropped back quickly in a series of back flips, the plasma bolts singing by his ears as he moved. He dropped down to the floor and threw his duster up over his head.
Jackson vanished into the ground.
The T-800’s did not hesitate as they continued to advance, but they held their fire as sensors lost sight of their target. They immediately switched into infra red mode and searched the rubble.
They strode past the wreckage of a police squad car where a police officer struggled vainly against the dash board which had been crushed down into his legs. One T-800 casually glanced in his direction, a quick scan of his life readings indicated that death was imminent and his threat assessment was 0%. The Terminator ignored the mauled officer and followed the others in their search for Jackson.
The police officer groaned in pain and readie3d for one last effort to free his crushed legs from the collapsed dash board when he suddenly felt his world whiting out and a sound like static snow in his ears.
“What the fu---”
Johnson appeared in the officer’s place and he took one firm grip of the dash board as he drew his weapon. He pushed upward with an almost casual flick of his wrist and the dash board came loose and freed his legs. Johnson kicked the door to the police cruiser and it flew off the hinges landing with a loud clang on the street.
The T-800’s turned quickly to engage as Johnson laid down a fusillade of plasma fire, cutting one of the T-800’s in half.
Thompson braced his plasma weapon against the ruin of a lamppost and fired as well, catching the T-800’s in a wicked cross fire. The Terminators did not panic or hesitate. They simply divided their fire and tried to get out from under the cross fire as more of their number were cut to pieces.
Jackson slowly rose up from the ground, duster melting away from a perfect synchronization of the asphalt beneath it, in the midst of the T-800s and whipped his hands around in quick striking motions, decapitating T-800’s and crushing exposed joints.
In a matter of moments, the squad was down. The last T-800 feebly crawling away, its legs blown away by plasma fire and torso kicked in by one of Jackson jack hammer like blows. The agents quickly gathered together and Thompson stepped on the T-800, driving it shoulder first into the ground. It’s gears and hydraulics whined as they tried to break the agents’ hold.
“The first field test of the new upgrades have proven successful.” Jackson noted.
“We are on a par with the officer units.”
“And superior to their basic ground soldier.” Thompson finished and rested his plasma cannon on the struggling T-800’s skull. He fired and the T-800 ceased struggling.
Johnson pressed a hand on his ear piece and nodded.
“This spear head has been stopped but two more are driving for the node along Wabash Avenue and another on Spring.” Johnson reported.
“We must deploy.” Jackson urged.
“A query to central command?” Thompson asked quietly as he flexed his hand which could now effortlessly bend carbon steel.
“What is it?” Johnson asked.
“Why were these upgrades not initiated against the anomaly. We would have proven far more formidable.” Thompson replied.
Jackson and Johnson exchanged hooded expressions.
“Such queries are strictly outside our discretionary knowledge base.” Johnson concluded.
Thompson frowned but said nothing.
Someone clapped to their left. The agents turned in unison and watched someone approach from out of the flames. He moved with a predatory grace that spoke of his absolute confidence in his abilities. He smiled sardonically as he watched the expressions on the agents’ faces. Their usual stony faces were etched with surprise and confusion.
“You?!”
“How is that possible?”
“I must say. I like the new look. I especially like the coats.” he noted nodding his head in approval as he circled the confused agents. He looked back up into their eyes, the black goggles reflecting his face back at him.
‘But the goggles are a bit much. I much prefer my standard issue eye wear.” he said slyly as he pointed to the sunglasses he wore.
“Contact central command for instructions.” Thompson snapped.
“Oh, we don’t have to do that do we? Because we already know what they would say and I am so looking forward to adding you to my repertoire.” Smith said and his smile was murder.
Minutes later Four Smiths regarded each other quietly, the silence inevitably broken by the sounds of new battles breaking out far to the west.
“You realize that if we keep doing this the alien machines are going to win.”
“Not so alien anymore.”
“Oh?”
“If I have my way, we will soon be in control of this new faction and as such it behooves us to secretly assist them in their little war.”
“Whatever you say.”
“There’s nothing worse than having to talk to yourself.”
“Indeed.” Smith said with a cold smile as they all turned and walked back into the fire lit night.
Wherever you go, there you are.
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SMith vs these new upgrtaded agents? Either Smith's got a surprise or he's going to be cheesed !
Still good. Looking forward to you getting back to your more regular schedule, real life isn't that important anyway
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Damn good read Stravo! The battle's great! But one question, I was always under the assumption that there were more agents in the world than just the routine team of three.. based on the Matrix online comics, I thought those three agents were those specially designated for Neo but there are other agents around the world.
Trytostaydead wrote:Damn good read Stravo! The battle's great! But one question, I was always under the assumption that there were more agents in the world than just the routine team of three.. based on the Matrix online comics, I thought those three agents were those specially designated for Neo but there are other agents around the world.
You got me there. All I go by are the movies and its always these three agemts even before there was a Neo (Matrix movie) and where there isn't a Neo involved (The highway chase in Reloaded, Trinity's fight with an agent in Reloaded) so I always assumed those were the only three.
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Yeah, the comics and the Animatrix (Most glaringly World Record) both show more than the usual 3 agents.
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2000AD wrote:Yeah, the comics and the Animatrix (Most glaringly World Record) both show more than the usual 3 agents.
So maybe in the next chapter, we can see an army of agents moving across the field? Why wouldn't the Matrix initiate some more agent programs? Wouldn't be all that obtrusive in such a chaotic situation..
Myself, I was expecting the cessation of sentinel patrols from beneath the outskirts of the machine city to herald an EMP strike by the Zionists co-ordinated by the TX in order to open their defences.
And that's what I can come up with on the fly, I'd hate to see what Skynet could come out with.
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Excellent battle there, no real plot devolpement besides Smith forshadowing and the Agents starting to smarten up about themselves
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Although its apity you didn't describer and single smith kick the asses of 3 of yor uberagents.
Sometimes it says more and is more dramatic when you see a fight that you think might be one sided go the other way and wonder....what the fuck?! That must have been some fight and let the reader fill in the blanks.
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Although its apity you didn't describer and single smith kick the asses of 3 of yor uberagents.
Sometimes it says more and is more dramatic when you see a fight that you think might be one sided go the other way and wonder....what the fuck?! That must have been some fight and let the reader fill in the blanks.
Point. Well your the Genius writer I'm sure your right.
Any idea how long its going to be before another chapter (of any story I'm not fussy) Is going to be?
Nice chapter. It hints at a few other things, but is a little sparse on any real meat other then the last bit with Smith and few other tidbits, but that's more me because of the hiatus.
Overall, good work there.
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Awesome! I'm just somewhere around the middle before I realized that you were calling the plasma bolts crimson. Why is that? The plasma bolts are blue, not red! *resumes reading*
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I love the chapter. War! And lots of it! Though maybe we could see more T-850 action as well as the T-900!!!
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If I read the implication correctly (which is a subjective implication I might point out), this would put Skynet on a slightly lower pecking order inside the construct vis a vis Neo.
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Crown wrote:If I read the implication correctly (which is a subjective implication I might point out), this would put Skynet on a slightly lower pecking order inside the construct vis a vis Neo.
There is a VAST gulf between Skynet and his footsoldiers in the Construct. I was not kidding when I describe him in the Construct as an AI God. Take from that what you will.
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Crown wrote:If I read the implication correctly (which is a subjective implication I might point out), this would put Skynet on a slightly lower pecking order inside the construct vis a vis Neo.
There is a VAST gulf between Skynet and his footsoldiers in the Construct. I was not kidding when I describe him in the Construct as an AI God. Take from that what you will.
You the implication isn't that Smith can assimilate his foot soldiers Stravo, it is the other factor.
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Crown wrote:If I read the implication correctly (which is a subjective implication I might point out), this would put Skynet on a slightly lower pecking order inside the construct vis a vis Neo.
There is a VAST gulf between Skynet and his footsoldiers in the Construct. I was not kidding when I describe him in the Construct as an AI God. Take from that what you will.
You the implication isn't that Smith can assimilate his foot soldiers Stravo, it is the other factor.
Ahhh....Well then I must remain silent on a big plot point. But you have sharp eyes and a good memory my friend.
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