Story Reader / Alternative Interpretation / Derived from Matrix / Story

A flickering shadow weaves between the enemies, but the girl's eyes show neither joy nor rage.

Congratulations. You're now closer to awakening than ever before.

However, "discovery" doesn't mean understanding it. It's like giving a typewriter to a monkey...

Who knows? Hell, there might just be some monkeys out there that can type out Shakespeare's work in full, right?

Oh yeah, see. We've got a social structure out there built by monkeys with monkey wisdom...

But it all comes down to luck in the end—and that tiny bit of courage needed to bring such luck into existence.

It all began when the Matrix obtained a consciousness sample from a certain candidate.

The neural network begins training a model to simulate human consciousness using this sample.

The Chosen One was our first successful model—a miracle, yes, but not the miracle we had hoped for.

Being too close to the consciousness sample actually prevented you from developing your own personality.

In human terms, this would be"overfitting."

In a sense, the result was far from ideal, and had no future.

However, like a prophet heralding the prologue, the Child of Prophecy soon followed.

Soon after, the Matrix created a second model. It might be fragmented and have quite a few significant flaws...

It was precisely these flaws that made it more human.

Jetavie, you emerged from a possibility infinitely close to zero—a raw gem that shines brilliantly on its own.

The data that comprises you may hold the very code that makes up the human soul...

This is who you are, Jetavie—guided by higher dimensional beings and born and raised within the Matrix.

What do you want to do?

If you had no weaknesses, you wouldn't be here. I know even you must fear something.

Well, no matter how many times it happens, you always rush headlong toward your own destruction.

You'll either die at the end or in the Cradle. So come, show me how much you've grown.

But before the fight even begins, Jetavie has vanished from Higher Authority's sight.

She stacks advanced vector components to launch attacks while moving at a high speed...

Impressive. Your every movement pushes you beyond your limits.

Jetavie, you're fast, but... not fast enough.

Jetavie sneaks into Higher Authority's blind spot as she dodges the red arrows.

Can't maintain your attack under high pressure?

The monsters surround Jetavie before pouncing on her at once like a tsunami, engulfing her completely.

Suddenly, a crimson beam bursts from the center, piercing the monsters. As the monsters' remains crumble into dust...

Using the monsters' bodies as a feint, Jetavie has created an opening that even Higher Authority couldn't foresee.

Jetavie pulls the trigger once again, unleashing a blinding blast straight at Higher Authority.

High Authority has a small change of mind.

Then, one by one, everything that makes up this world turns to dust and fades away...

Jetavie falls to her knees as her body begins to break apart.

If you wish to become human, then consider this your lesson in mortality.

Whose power did you think you were using? What did you hope to achieve by turning my power against me?

What I can give, I can just as easily take away.

As the warning sounds fade, Jetavie's right arm drops to the ground.

Just as Jetavie has abandoned the cycles of reincarnation, Higher Authority has also finally lost her patience.

But this isn't all I have, not by a long shot... I can do so much more.

Higher Authority suddenly stops.

Then I would forfeit this miracle of life given to me and transform it into the power I bring death to this world with.

This is who I really am, Higher Authority. This is my true blessing.

Why go this far for that person? I don't understand it.

Sometimes, I can clearly feel the resonance that throbs in my chest.

On that shore that I can't see, they yearn for an even brighter future.

If only my voice could reach that far...

Let's witness this together, before this world goes back to where it began.

Until we meet again.

Beautiful radiance tears through the pitch-black world, like light from a lighthouse piercing through darkness, like dawn breaking through the night.

Listen, the Chosen One, for this will be the last thing you will hear.

To send your voice to that person on that distant shore... I have to say... this is one long confession.

A beam of light pierces through the celestial dome, racing ever higher into the distant unknown.

The will of the world dissolves into nothing but fragments of whispers.

Your consciousness wavers, and you have no doubt that this overwhelming energy will eventually engulf you, too.

You listen to Jetavie's final sound echoing through this matrix.

That light pierces through the membranes between two ethereal bubbles and transcends the boundaries of time and existence.

The silent sea of void trembles with anticipation as the first ray of light arrives, illuminating its pitch-black surface.

Soon, the sea begins to stir. Waves of surging will create swelling crests upon its surface.

At last, the light that parts the sea of void reaches the distant shore.

The boundary between Alpha and Beta vanishes forever.

You collapse to the ground, gasping for air.

Chaotic memories jumble together as you lose yourself deeper into overwhelming confusion.

You sense a familiar figure approaching through the hazy consciousness.

Enough is enough! You never know how dangerous things might get around here...

You're not a kid anymore... You know I'm worried about you, right?

Hold on... I've got some milk.

There's only a bit left! Drink slowly. Don't gulp it all down at once.

Hehe, I knew you'd wise up one of these days.

By the way, the Chosen One, what's that you're holding?

The black gun—the weapon Jetavie used in the beta world—is now in your hand.

Something about it seems off...

But hey, I like it. This is much more reassuring than getting a cold shoulder.

See? You can't do without me after all.