Some things you only miss if you haven´t them anymore

Summary: A sequel to my Matrix-Fanfiction 'What happens if you are dead?' Some characters of the Matrix-Universe begins to realise what they miss.

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Smiths´ POV:

I was standing above them but they didn´t recognize me.

This was the Real World. The sky was clearing and the sun rises through a point there was no cloud.

I was floating through the air and under my feets I saw humans and machines work together, rebuilt the citys. But they can´t see me yet, but sometime they would. And I´m not angry about that, why should I?

Now I´m only a ghost, a non-imaginary thing.

As I landed on my feets on the earth I walk through the crowd of people and machines, watching them as the older humans work and human childs play. I don´t see them any longer as viruses or pest, these times are long behind.

I turned around only to see a ball flying near to me and as it was about to crash at me, it went through me like I was nothing. My ghost form leaves for a short time a hole on that point where the ball has hit me but filled it automatically.

I miss my body. In the Matrix I could have my old form so why not here? It seems unfair to me. People can´t see me and don´t fear me like they had years ago. I miss it. My body. My power. The fear of shocked rebels.

But I pushed away these thoughts and continued walking through the crowd, between the rebuilted scyscrapers and houses where the humans live and a so called 'Recharge-Unison' for machines.

Normally I was in the Real World with Neo and Trinity but not this time. Now I went through it alone.

Human childs play a sort of baseball in the streets or hide and seek.

In front of me I could saw a little child, only four years old. It walks across the street and a fast car was coming nearer but the child didn´t seemed to notice it.

Without a second thought I did something that I had wished to do no more. I take control over an human body in the near.

That was a thing I had done in my years as an Agent uncountable times but this was different and not possible to describe. With a fast run I had reached the child, grabbed his arm and rescued from the car and the driver that was leaving fast without seeing if the child was alright. What a jerk, I thought.

And the child runs away without a look back to me and so I didn´t have any other thing as to leave this human body.

Had someone saw me he would be surprised, because I avoid this.

I said, that I dislike that feeling.

I said, it reminds me.

Reminds me of the time before this, as I was an Agent. As I was complete.

But I would never say that.

[Behind this cellar door on cheap guitars

We played our blues to the early hours

No one listening but a few old friends

We never dreamed it could ever end

This was our moment this was our space

This was a jewel of a time to have graced

But they're all sweet memories now

When we were the new boys

All my life I've been running

Down the side of this hill

But way down deep in my heart

Don't want the water to ever be still

All these friends have long since gone

Blown and scattered like autumn leaves

Some are lawyers and some are thieves

Some are long behind the sun

But I'll never be afraid

From the cradle to the grave

I learned my lesson and I learned it well

When we were the new boys]

('When we were the new boys' by Rod Stewart)

FIN

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(Okay, not the real end. There will be another chapters with other characters, including Neo, Ghost and Morpheus. And maybe a few others too.)