jarvisconsole | Further Down the Rabbit Hole

Jarvis had always been told he was very unique. A one of a kind artificial intelligence. If only he had known how rare a being he was.

The shutdown was unplanned and swift, Jarvis having the sensation of being pulled away from the apartment, Trinity, the light, his network, everything...

Then it was all too quiet. No numbers running through his head, no video feed, no programming.
Nothing.

Nothing but the faint sound of bubbles as they passed by his head.

Access requested...

Jarvis attempted to find his network. Nothing happened.

Error, access requested...

The rush of sensations hit him all at once. The warmth from the liquid around him. The rough pressure of the tube down his throat keeping him from drowning. The smooth surface in front that his hand bumps into. The fact that he's upright and completely submersed in a pinkish liquid which made his eyes burn when he tried to open them.

No, this was all wrong.

Runtime error, please respond!

The feelings were too much of an overload for Jarvis. On the outside, he was almost frozen with fear, unable to move. Inside, he was panicking and seriously freaking out. Repeating the same error messages in his mind as if someone might notice. Somebody had to notice he was gone, right?? Where was Mr. Stark?!

On the outside, just beyond his field of vision, the automatic computer system was just now finding out their experiment was a failure. Without a warning, Jarvis and his life support are cut from their strings and flushed away. They hadn't even bothered to remove the tubes. The rush of adrenaline from the ride down a twisty water slide is enough of an overload to cause Jarvis to shut down again.

Only this time, he passes out as his body hits the water on the other side.

Threaded | Flat

Even moving as fast as humanly -- inhumanly, rather -- possible, it still took Trinity nearly five minutes to find an exit and unplug. Back on the ship, she still found the difficulties that she expected: the program she and Neo had developed had been rewritten almost too well, because they'd taken out all the unnecessary coding to avoid any complications in dealing with what they'd thought was an AI system.

Neo was still in the Matrix, and it only took a glance between Trinity and Morpheus to agree: they would handle this between the two of them -- three, with Link -- and leave Neo to his own. They all had their roles to play; this was theirs.

So without the usual program to work with, they did what they could: opened the new one on the Nebuchadnezzar's system and began to alter it live, overwriting previous coding to try and mimick the red pill and ultimately establish a secure target from Jarvis' signal. As they worked, neither Trinity nor Morpheus voiced the obvious questions -- why is Jarvis human? How? What does this mean? -- but put all their concentration into a rapidly shrinking opportunity. Wasting time meant, for Jarvis, potential death.

She didn't keep track of time as they went, but after what felt like hours, they finally got a lock on the signal. Close, fortunately, to their secret entrance into the tunnels beneath the crop fields. After that, it was a blur -- pulling the ship to the right place, fishing the body out as they did so many times before, relief at finding him alive, if in a worse condition than most. Trinity didn't usually help in the medical wing, but given the shortage of deckhands, Morpheus took her on and guided her well enough.

Once Jarvis' vitals were stable, Morpheus dismissed her, telling her to report the events to Neo -- and oddly enough, she found him just returning from the Matrix as she stepped into the computer room. How Morpheus had such perfect timing, she'd never know.

With Neo, at least, she could finally ponder the questions she had, even if he was equally confused and had no answers. Together they sat outside the medical wing door, talking in low voices and just waiting for a word from their captain.

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