Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix.
Hey All! I've recently been enjoying the Matrix story and I got to thinking... Why aren't there any female agents? Guess I'll just have to write a story about it ;) A short introduction whilst I work on a couple of chapters. Enjoy! xo Naz
Introduction
There was a time in the Matrix where all wishes were answered, all dreams came true. I was most happy during this era. Agents were protectors. Minimising the death of humans. We weren't even called Agents back then. We were Peace Keepers.
Happiness... I know right... How can a computer program be happy?
I honestly don't know. What else can I call that bubbly feeling in my chest? That tempting need to smile? It can't be anger... or hatred. The outcomes of those emotions would be different.
Like all happiness that I've come to observe within the Matrix, my own didn't last long.
This dream world of unicorns and faeries. Of rainbows and sunshine soon turned sour. And my happiness along with it.
Humans rejected this first attempt at a programmed reality. Entire crops destroying themselves through disbelief. A stupid species. But then, wasn't that why we were created?
None the less, this disaster inspired a reboot. This time the Matrix didn't just manifest desires and dreams, but fear and nightmares as well. Soon vampires and werewolves were programmed in. Monsters of all imaginations stepping into our reality.
Though the humans did not reject this reality, the death toll was too high.
We tried our best. But these horrors were stronger. Faster. In some cases, smarter. All the Agents, including myself, received an upgrade to match the imaginations of humans. But we couldn't be everywhere all at once.
So a second reboot occurred. We were wrong altogether to give humans the control over their reality. We fixed this mistake with a simple algorithm.
The Architect, with the help of the Oracle, chose a specific time in human history, the year 1999. Only after setting programs were in place, and the Train Master installed were humans once again plugged in. This time the Matrix was cold, almost cruel, mimicking the world by way of recorded history.
Control taken. The only remaining elements, virtual as they are, were hope and choice. Some humans were even set free from the Matrix altogether to create a human colony below the surface called Zyon.
It was in this moment Agents went from protectors to policers. Out directive was to control at all costs.
Machines finally had success. Human crops flourished. But we didn't.
How could we? Agents were written with the sole purpose to protect humans. Now we were to kill them? A simple patch could not stop our purpose. And out continual failures to police the unplugged humans were noticed.
So we were rewritten.
And that's where my story begins. When the train stops...