Illyria pushed her chair back and smiled. She'd finished reading the latest statement about the current situation...all the statements, actually, from everyone on every side. Speculations as to what would happen to Zion, the Machines' human operatives, the redpills who'd allied with the Merovingian. Speculations, but no definite facts. Nobody really knew what would happen to the humans who'd already been extracted from the Matrix, now that the truce was over. But that didn't matter. Whether not a single redpill died, or the Machines wiped them all out, or even if the redpills killed each other off. None of it mattered. This was bigger than any of them, and she smiled again.
//Because as long as those billions of bluepills survive, we've won.//
Illyria