I know you can hear me.
The same as when you could hear me in that hallway. The same as when I could hear you on that rooftop.
Have you ever wondered why? Or how?
After you came back to me that first time, I thought it was because of what you were. Because you were the One, because you couldn't be killed in the Matrix. And when you told me that you had heard me, I thought that was just part of it, too. I thought you were just that in touch with reality, that you could hear the real world even when you were jacked in.
But after I heard you on that rooftop, and you brought me back, I didn't know what to think anymore.
Maybe there's an explanation for all of it. Maybe there's a reason I could hear you on that rooftop. Maybe parts of my brain were still firing, and because I was jacked in I could still hear things through the Matrix. I don't know. Maybe there's a reason why we can hear each other now, a reason why I can feel you surrounding me. Past brainwaves echoing back through the Matrix, imprinted onto the system code, simulating a self-aware consciousness. It's beyond me. And it doesn't matter now.
What matters is that I can hear you talking to me, telling me that we've won. I feel you touching me, somehow, in some way. And I can touch you in return. I feel connected with you in a way that's beyond anything and above everything. And I sense that... maybe we were always like this. Connected, intimately, subconsciously, in a way that goes beyond the physical. Somehow, even past the boundaries of death, we could talk to each other. And now, somewhere, in a place beyond the real, beyond the matrix, beyond concepts of death or life, I feel more united with you than I ever did before. And this time, I can feel that we won't lose each other again. That we'll never have to let go.
You feel that? I'm never letting go.
The same as when you could hear me in that hallway. The same as when I could hear you on that rooftop.
Have you ever wondered why? Or how?
After you came back to me that first time, I thought it was because of what you were. Because you were the One, because you couldn't be killed in the Matrix. And when you told me that you had heard me, I thought that was just part of it, too. I thought you were just that in touch with reality, that you could hear the real world even when you were jacked in.
But after I heard you on that rooftop, and you brought me back, I didn't know what to think anymore.
Maybe there's an explanation for all of it. Maybe there's a reason I could hear you on that rooftop. Maybe parts of my brain were still firing, and because I was jacked in I could still hear things through the Matrix. I don't know. Maybe there's a reason why we can hear each other now, a reason why I can feel you surrounding me. Past brainwaves echoing back through the Matrix, imprinted onto the system code, simulating a self-aware consciousness. It's beyond me. And it doesn't matter now.
What matters is that I can hear you talking to me, telling me that we've won. I feel you touching me, somehow, in some way. And I can touch you in return. I feel connected with you in a way that's beyond anything and above everything. And I sense that... maybe we were always like this. Connected, intimately, subconsciously, in a way that goes beyond the physical. Somehow, even past the boundaries of death, we could talk to each other. And now, somewhere, in a place beyond the real, beyond the matrix, beyond concepts of death or life, I feel more united with you than I ever did before. And this time, I can feel that we won't lose each other again. That we'll never have to let go.
You feel that? I'm never letting go.