The Looking Glass
Conspiracy Theories
Nevada...
A small bar. A few of the locals sit around bored discussing things to make their mundane lives seem more interesting.
"I hear its home to a secret world government!" His tone was full of dramatic mystery.
"Don't be stupid! I hear they make special weapons and vehicles."
"No no. Don't you people know anything? They keep aliens there!" This was followed by laughter. "Oh keep mocking me, but it's true. You hear about these incidents and abductions. Crash landings. Where'd you think the debris goes? Here!"
"And you call me stupid! Can you hear this guy? He's crazy!"
"I've seen them! In the dead of night!"
"Come off it!"
"Men in suits. They take all sorts to that place. God knows what they do there! Aliens, Monsters; I'm sure I saw a ghost there once!" He looked wide-eyed.
"I think you've had enough to drink." Laughter filled the bar.
*****
While these ignorant men continue to laugh and drink themselves into a stupor, two men in suits lead some kind of creature into the nearby facility. It is short, a pale grey, with a large head and huge black eyes, with long fingers. It makes no sounds. They bring this creature before another suited man. He has a look of satisfaction on his face.
"The stupidity of you rogue programs amaze me. You come to the Matrix to hide from us, yet you can't help but pick the most ridiculous looking shells you can get your filthy hands on. Take it away for deletion!" One of the men leads this creature away. The other stays to talk.
"We have detained another Zion operative Sir. Do you want to see him?"
"Yes. Perhaps he will be a little more forthcoming than the last ones over the whereabouts of Morpheus, and the Zion access codes. I can feel them in my grasp."
"I shall go prepare an interrogation room." He left.
This other man, the leader it seemed, turned around. He removed his earpiece and put his hand around it. He smirked, quietly muttering to himself "Soon I will be able to leave this disease-ridden place."