Blue Pill Meaning Matrix の小説・ストーリー

"On the television in my room. There was a feed. They have opened the levels and there are thousands of pods there. People in the mist." Julian's face went still. His scars turned white. "That is the Baseline Matrix. It is what Aethelred built while I was working on the Eden simulation. They did not want to create a world where people could escape their grief. They wanted to create a file for the entire workforce. A way to restore an employee's data if their body breaks down." "A backup file, for people " Elara whispered, feeling a wave of horror.

I asked Izzy while playing with her hair. "No, I am more into romantic movies," Izzy explained. "O, there is romance in here too." I explained. I had seen The Matrix a lot, and I always connected to it. We had a TV in the common room in prison, but the mental hospital also showed some movies. I probably felt a connection to the movie because it talked about having a fake life and not realizing you're stuck in it. I wasn’t sure what was real during my worst time. Was Knox real? Was I even real? Were the doctors lying to me? But life isn’t like a movie, and reality is much simpler than this movie. I was crazy, and I just needed some pills to make me see.

One that didn’t belong to either of them. “You feel that, don’t you?” Elaia's voice echoed within her. Evryn opened her eyes—if they could even be called eyes here. The digital world shimmered like liquid glass. Above her floated a sphere—a pulsating red orb wrapped in fractured golden code. It was the core. And someone… or something… was already inside it. “We’re not alone,” Evryn whispered. Suddenly, a scream—digital and raw—tore through the Matrix. The sphere cracked. Light exploded outward. Evryn shielded her mind, but Elaia surged forward, pushing against the current.

When she raised her head again, her eyes held a sharp and chilling determination. She interrogated him ruthlessly, "After I told you that Matt died from taking this pill, have you ever wondered for a moment—even a split second—that I might be in danger if I took this pill?" Simon hesitated briefly. Shortly after, he began to defend himself. "I did." But that thought was fleeting, and it vanished as soon as it appeared. His voice grew weaker. "Your amnesia... this pill might have also caused it..." Even Simon had been fooled by Matt. He had always believed that Diana had been hypnotized. Only after receiving this pill did he realize that Diana's amnesia wasn't a result of hypnosis.

" We left for the bar and it was already past midnight when we reached. It had become hours and we still didn't get any lead on either of them. It was tormenting as I sat and watched the half-dead man plead before me on his knees that he didn't know anything else and out of anger and irritation, I put a bullet through his head, relieving him of the hell hole he had been living in. He was the last of all the guys who were previously here and it was time to let him go and join them. So I let him. I stood up, pacing around as I thought about places they might be in, mentally cancelling out everywhere I knew he wouldn't be found and noting the rest down, somewhere in my head. Matrix, just like t

Hence, before the meeting, Darryl secretly took the chance to produce an Imaginative Image Pill. The Imaginative Image Pill was an elixir that could transform an ugly person into a pretty or handsome person. When Lily got poisoned by the Sect Master of Incandescent Sect, Matteo, she became so ugly that she wanted to end her life. To cure her face, Darryl had roamed through the entire Nine Mainland.

"According to my contacts, Matthew is staying at the Riverside Apartments. The same complex where Dr. Fisher has her practice." "So?" "So that's three blocks from BloodMoon General Hospital," Elijah continued. "Where Bianca works. The chances of them crossing paths aren't just non-zero—they're actually quite high." My chest tightened. "How high?" "Given their respective schedules and locations?" Elijah calculated quickly. "I'd estimate a seventy percent chance they encounter each other within the next two weeks if Matthew's therapy continues on its current schedule." "And if he recognizes her?" Mikael asked. "Chaos," Roy said simply. "Complete chaos. Because either Matthew believes he's seei

A biometric interface appeared. Then a countdown. ADRIAN VALE's 72nd statement on stability determination reflects his own experience. Why is this so? HOURS REMAINING. Amina's breath stopped. She turned toward him. “What's that?”. Adrian looked away. The display frightened her more than the experience itself. Miriam answered for him. But the Veil carried him beyond his natural continuity.’ The. Her gaze locked on Amina. His consciousness matrix is crumbling beyond its structure. Amina stepped toward the screen.

"Gideon... he didn't just experiment on me. He connected me—to the network. I wasn't supposed to survive, but I did. And when Diego was taken, they..." Her voice caught. "They tried to replicate the process." I felt the breath leave my chest. "What do you mean... network?" I asked carefully. Dr. Andrew didn't look up from the screen. "A neural matrix designed for remote influence. The memory transfer isn't just a copy. It's... programming." My stomach twisted. "So, you're saying Diego's... being controlled?" Maria's voice cracked. "No. But he could be. Unless we stop this." The monitor beeped louder. Diego's body tensed, his pulse spiking.

“I am useful to you, Alessandro. I knew so many things about my father that will be useful to you. I know so many things about your don, Elio.” His jaw tightened at the mention of Elio. It was subtle. But it was there. I took a step forward. “I know things you wanted to know about the Matrix.” He tilted his head a little. “The people of the Matrix are traditional. And you are just a woman.” “A girl,” he corrected. “Do you really want me to believe that you know things about the Matrix?” “East of Bernan, Suvillian Street. Steel factory.” His expression changed immediately. I smirked.