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On Hope The Matrix Trilogy/Books of Amber by Roger Zelazny 175 words Niobe pulled out the card and stared at it. After several moments, she sighed and slipped it back in her pocket. She'd never been able to get the Amberite Trump to work. She suspected she was too close to Chaos. Her sole Trump depicted Amber on top of the mountain Kolvir. It was, sadly, the only connection she had to her family. She was the great-great-great-great-granddaughter of Benedict, or so her mother had told her. Niobe wasn't even certain if her mother could be believed; she was told of her ancestry in the Matrix, after all. When Niobe found the Trump in one of the Zion lifts, however, she became certain that Amber was real. Unfortunately, she had no way of getting to it. Having never walked the Pattern, she couldn't travel through Shadow to Amber, and the Trump didn't work. She was stuck in a world dominated by the machines. Lock watched her from his seat at the table. "What's wrong, Niobe?" She smiled, attempting to reassure him. "It's nothing, Lock. Nothing at all." |
