|Anatomy of a Gun
Author: Guede Mazaka
They're all in the code now, but that doesn't mean they can't still play with it. Neo never really got a chance to do that, given the human-machine war and the end of the world and all that.
But he can now. And besides, he always wondered what it was like to be a bullet. Yes, he's odd, but he's come to terms with his weirdness.
It's a tight squeeze into the barrel, but he makes it down and hello, Trinity. Sink deep into her smile, tangle up her circuits and divert them into himself. Tingling green-gold suddenly cups them, heat burning through the metal trigger and then they're cutting air, flying and howling and grinning.
When their flows finally reconverge, Seraph's there, gun dangling from five strings of glyphs and serenity rippling the master code. He's smiling as well, and he allows a small laugh as they snake their way into him.