They'll never leave this place. This place they've come to know as the room with white walls. They don't remember much before being in their white room. They recall a lot of rain and cold... They recall a lot of pain, being caused by a light. But they don't remember being separated by each other.

They'll never leave this place. Not that they even have anywhere to go besides here. Not that they know how to get out of this place. Not that they have a choice.

They sit together sometimes, in the center of their white room. Whispering to each other so no one else will hear, staring off in different directions so no one realizes they're speaking to the other. They sit close together, and begin to shake, and scream. They start jumping off the walls, hitting each other, exchanging black eyes. They bang their heads on the walls, and thrash about within their white room. When the nurses come they are silent, and sitting in their separate corners again, as if nothing had ever happened.

But when they speak to each other. When they sit together peacefully. They try and put it all together. They whisper broken pieces of memories and try to put it together. The rain and the light, they try to make sense of it all. One says a name, and the other describes a face to go with it. One would give a date and put events in it. One would give part of a speech, and the other would finish it.

Both would ask a question, but neither would know the answer.

Then they would start screaming, and hurting each other.

They know it didn't always used to be like this. They can feel it. They weren't always in the white room. They were once in the rain, and the cold. They once spoke to the outside world. They once loved, and hated. They know they did, they can feel it. They know they did, but they just can't remember.

But the nurses and staff know what they did. They have it all on tape, the two of them have neglected to notice the video camera, or they just don't care about it. Of course the nurses and staff have no idea what they are speaking to each other about, or what makes them thrash out the way they do.

They sit there in their white room, in their own little corners. They sit across from each other, so they can see one another, so they can make sure the other one won't leave them. They say they have to be together, or else something bad will happen.

They were once put into separate rooms, the first time they came here. They seemed confused and disorient. They paced around in their rooms, nodding their heads, and twitching their hands. They didn't sleep that night, only staring outside through the glass to the outside world. The next day they were screaming on the top of their lungs at the same time. They could be heard from everyone except themselves.

They screamed and screamed, punching the walls and running into them. Even making a hole or two after their persistence. They grabbed their beds and tore them open, throwing the cotton inside everywhere. The pillows they threw into the walls until they burst open. The bed frames were pushed onto the floor. The sinks were used to bash their own heads. They wouldn't stop. The nurses thought they would stop after an hour and they would be able to calm them down. But they didn't. Hours on end they went screaming and thrashing four hours and hours, asking for the other.

It took eleven people to sedate them, and take them down.

And it took a week for the staff to realize they wanted to be put together.

Even now the staff doesn't understand why they still hurt each other even when they're together.

They say they're just doing their purpose.

And they know they'll never leave this place.

They'll never this Asylum.

"Is that them?" Michelle peered in through the small glass window.

They didn't even notice her in their window. Her pale smooth skin, and blue eyes, her black hair sleeked back and curled at the tip, now in her nurse's white uniform.

"Yep, that's them alright." Aaron said standing behind her.

Aaron was in his white uniform as well, standing tall like the muscular African American he was, working out all day he feared he was getting too old to do it anymore. He had long since shaved his head, due to losing his hair. He said shaving your head was the comb-over of the twenty-first centaury.

"They don't look so bad." Michelle turns to Aaron.

"They're not so bad when they're together, at least not all the time. But look out when the doctors come and they're separated." Aaron walked closer to her.

"What happens?"

"I don't know..."

Aaron then peered into their white room through the window.

"They just hate being apart. They get all crazy, and start hitting themselves. They scream, and hurt the staff. They're always so quiet and complying most of the time. But when they're separated...they'll do anything to get back together." Aaron explained, turning to her.

"Hitting themselves?"

"Yeah, running into the walls, and doing whatever they can do."

"Jesus."

"I know, pretty heaving stuff huh?"

"They look so peaceful."

"I know, but the straight jackets help. At first we didn't put those on them, and every now and then they'd start fighting. Like God, they must know Kung fu or something, literally they're jumping off the walls, and throwing all shorts of punches."

"Fighting? Then why would they want to be together?" Michelle looks worried.

"I don't know. They still fight sometimes. But heads and what not, do as much as they can in the straight jackets. But then they stop, and everything is nice and dandy again."

Michelle stares at them now.

"That one there is Thomas, and the other one is John. But they don't like those names. They get crazy if you call them that. So Thomas is Neo, and John is Smith, okay? Let's not get them angry, especially after last week." Aaron said.

"What happened last week?"

"Well, you're the new nurse here right? How do you think you got your job?"

"Oh my god..."

"Come on, let's get this over with, we have more patients you know." Aaron opens the door, and hands Michelle the tray.

Michelle was cautious to step in their white room. She had heard the stories the other nurses told her. What these two did sometimes, how many nurses they've hurt. But she stepped in, and was greeted by brown and blue eyes staring at her.

"I'll take care of Neo, Smith is easier." Aaron said, grabbing a cup of pills for Neo.

Michelle decided to wait and watch how Aaron did this before attempting with this...Smith person there.

"Here you go Neo, the red ones see? You like the red pills right?" Aaron leaned down holding the cup down to let Neo peer in and see what color they were.

"Are you Morpheus?" Neo looked up at Aaron.

"Yeah, Neo, I'm Morpheus, whatever you say."

Then Neo nodded very obediently and opened his mouth, allowing Morpheus to feed it to him. Then Morpheus put a glass of water in his mouth, and Neo swallowed his red pills without any regret.

"See, it's easy." Aaron turned to Michelle.

Michelle nodded, before quietly walking over to this Smith person. He wasn't like Neo though, he didn't turn his head to look at her, or move or anything. He just sat there, staring at the floor.

"Um...Smith, here are your...blue pills." Michelle leaned down.

"Who is she?" Neo looked over at her.

Michelle looked over at Neo, who had now raised his head, and stared at her with his Brown eyes.

"Her name is Michelle, Neo, she's a new nurse here." Aaron explained.

Neo stared at her for a moment, with a certain confusion in his eyes, a certain desperation staring at Michelle, as if asking her to forgive him. And then he began to shake his head, still staring at her, now with a little happiness.

"Trinity!" Neo yelled.

Michelle stared at him, as he began to smile.

"Trinity! Trinity!" Neo yelled, smiling like a five year old at his mother.

"She's not Trinity."

Smith said that. His voice was demanding and dismissive. He didn't even look over at Neo, he didn't even look at her, he just stared at the floor again.

"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about! It's Trinity!" Neo continued to yell.

"Neo..." Aaron began.

"Morpheus! It's Trinity! I told you, Smith! I told you she would come for me! I told you!"

"She's not Trinity." Smith said again, still not looking at her.

"Trinity!" Neo continued to yell, his smiling so alluring.

"She's not Trinity!" Smith raised his voice, then he slightly turned his head at Michelle. "Are you this Trinity, Miss?" He asked.

Michelle had a worried look on her face.

"My name is Michelle, Neo...I don't know who this Trinity is..." Michelle said.

"No!"

Neo stared at her a moment longer.

"You're Trinity! You got to be!" Neo yelled.

"Don't pay any attention to him, Ms. Michelle, now give me my pills." Smith said, looking up at her.

"Excuse me?" Michelle looked over at him.

"Give me my pills, isn't that what you're here to do? Isn't that your purpose?"

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"Man, that was weird." Aaron said.

The two of them walked slowly down the many halls of this place. Michelle pushed a cart filled with charts and pills for the other patients. They were finished with this wing of the Asylum, onto the next.

Michelle hadn't heard Aaron, she was too occupied thinking about those two. Neo and Smith, Thomas and John. The way Neo looked at her...He seemed so sure he was this Trinity, he seemed so happy, he seemed so.... He seemed lost, then found when he recognized her face.

What happened to him? He seemed so sad when she left. And Smith seemed so...uncaring about anything.

The way Neo looked at her...

"Who is Trinity, Aaron?" Michelle asked.

"Shit if I know." Aaron laughed.

"What happened to them, Aaron? Why are they...you know, insane?"

Michelle started to slow down, pushing the cart.

"Well, you know the boss doesn't tell us everything. We're just the pill givers after all, the unpluggers. But I know a little. Thomas A. Anderson, and Jonathon Smith. They came here like five years ago. I wasn't around back then, but you know how word gets around, especially on those two." Aaron tried to explain.

"Five years? No one has helped them?"

"Hey psychiatrists tried to help them, but they couldn't even take separate sessions. Those guys are insane, and they'll always be insane."

"How sad..."

"Hey you get used to cases like that... Anyway, Tom used to be head of this big computer corporation, real big, the guy's a computer genius. Smith was an FBI Agent, if you can believe that."

"I can believe that."

"I guess they were roommates or something, they knew each other some how. I guess they were real close, giving the fact they won't be separated, even if they fight all the time. Anyway, they say some guys in suits found them at their house or apartment or whatever. They were lying on the floor next to each other, screaming the same stuff they yell now. They were just like spazzing out."

"Men in suits, like Smith?"

"No, these guys were different, not FBI or anything, but I don't know what they were from. They just brought the two of them here. And well, you know."

Michelle stopped, and the cart came to a halt.

"Aaron, the way he looked at me..." She said.

"Hey, come on. I don't know who this Trinity is. But Neo...Tom was a big time Hacker. They found him at his place with John, computers everywhere, wires and all heavy stuff like that. They say he hacked into the bank and everything. Well you know, they couldn't really send him to jail, crazy and everything. That's where Neo comes in, that was his hacker name. Who knows, maybe Trinity was a hacker too. Maybe Morpheus was too."

Aaron pulled Michelle by the arm, trying to get her to move again, trying to calm her down. This is what happens everyday here, this is what happens here, at the Asylum.

"How'd they go insane, Aaron?" Michelle asked.

"I don't know. I really don't... Some guys in suits just came with a court order, and here we are." Aaron tugged her by the arm.

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"She's gone now." Smith whispered to Neo.

"You're in my corner." Neo looks up at Smith.

"She's gone now."

Smith starts to do his best in his straight jacket to crawl over to Neo, where he begins to sit next to him, shoulder to shoulder. Smith turns his blue eyes over to Neo, where Neo is sulking in what used to be his corner. With Smith's invasion, he turns to his knees for retreat, resting his head on them, turning his arms within his jacket.

"You want to talk." It's a statement not a question, Smith says.

"I love her."

"You don't even remember her."

"That's a lie...You're lying. I remember her...I remember her... Trinity, that's how I recognized her."

"That wasn't Trinity. And that man, he's not Morpheus."

"Stop it, Smith."

Neo buried his head deeper in his knees, trying to escape this place. Trying to escape this white room.

"The Agents put us here, because they're scared of us, Mr. Anderson."

"I know, you say that all the time."

"We can't forget that, if anything we can't forget that. Agents put us here. And that camera up there, that's the Architect watching us."

"Sometimes I wonder, Smith..."

"We're going to get out of here, Mr. Anderson. Soon, I promise, we're going to get out of here, one way or another."

Neo just buries his head deeper in his knees, wanting Smith to go back to his corner. Leave him alone, with that woman. She's Trinity, he knows she is. Trinity, he would recognize that beautiful face anywhere. He knew she would come for him, and take him away from this horrible white place. Trinity... He remembers the love he felt, but none of the memories that led to this love. He remembers her warmth and her voice, her eyes and smile. He remembers how easy it was to make her smile. She was always happy when he was around, and he was always happy when she was around.

But Smith has been saying they'll get out for five years, and yet nothing as happened. Neo watches Smith when he's not looking. He knows how much Smith plans on getting out of this place. When Smith stares at the floor, he's thinking about it all. Planning for when they get out of this white place. Where they will go, and how. Smith has concluded to go to the Oracle's at first, then move on to contact Zion.

But five years have gone by and nothing.

"You want to fight." Another statement not a question by Smith.

Neo didn't answer.

"You know how fighting calms you down, it calms us both down, that's what we do, we fight." Smith continued on, nudging Neo in the shoulder.

"Okay..." Neo stood up.

Slowly he walked to the other side of the white padded room, and slouched down, before getting ready to fight. Then Smith joined him on the other side of the room. They would fight now, just to let it all out.

They'd do their best with their straight jackets on, they'll fight with their shoulders and legs, their knees and heads if they have to. But they'll fight, that's what they do. They fight. The Negative and the Positive fight.

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"The Matrix Has You!"

"The Matrix Has You!"

Michelle looks up.

"That's them, don't worry about it." Aaron assures her.

Another day, another week of work. Another day at the Asylum.

Michelle hadn't ever really heard them cry out, even though all the nurses said they do. This was the first time. And it could be heard all over the Asylum.

"What are they yelling?" Michelle asked.

"I don't know. They should stop by the time we get there." Aaron says.

Michelle nods, listening to them, until they stop. She pushes the cart slowly across the hallways, coming closer and closer to them.

The way he looked at her...

"You go on Aaron, I want to take this one alone." Michelle said.

"No way. You're so freaked with them, besides rules say two go in with them."

"Please, Aaron...Please."

That's when she opens the door and walks in alone to their room. And she watches as Neo looks up, giving her a small smile, trying to make her smile back. She doesn't as she stops to get the red pills for Neo. She walks slowly over to him, cautious of his sad little smile.

Then she leans down her arm, ready to give the pills to him.

But out of his straight jacket his hand reaches, and grabs her by the arm.

She gasps, but doesn't scream. Neo still stares at her smiling.

"Please, Michelle... If I was good, if I asked you really nicely... Would you be Trinity?" Neo asks.

That's when Michelle begins to shake.

Then she turns around to see Smith, rising to his feet.

"Smith...?" She asks him.

Smith stays silent as he begins to walk slowly closer to her and Neo.

"Please, Michelle, please be Trinity..." Neo asks again.

They'll never leave this place...This white place. This Asylum. They'll try and try, but they'll never leave this place.

They're memories gone, and their power taken.

Their reality completely entangled, and lost.