Usually, I would sit reading, after a long, rather uneventful day at work.
It was just an annoying habit I had gotten into, I suppose. I was weird
like that. Full of unimaginable surprises that no one suspected.
Like for instance, the disturbing scar that trailed down my neck and collar bone on my right side. Everyone asked me if I was involved in some tragic accident. Usually, I neglect to answer those types of questions, considering, in all likely-hood, they probably could care less what my answer was. But then, there was the fact of normal human nature. If I told them that my lungs and other main arteries in my body weren't there - that there was the first artificially intelligent body organs in replace of my poor excuse of real human organs, they'd do one of two things. Declare me mentally insane. Or, become fatally envious. Humans, or at least the fair bunch I had gotten to know in my lifetime seemed to want things more often than they needed them. Making them tools of deception and an unfair victim to envy.
I had always been fond of computers. Even as a little child, I'd discover more and more things that made them well worth my time. As I got older, I began studying deeper into technology and by the time I was twenty years old, I had became Assistant Manager of Microsoft Computer Industries, working along-side Bill Gates, the richest man in the world.
During this time is when I began becoming interested in a transplant surgery, a local doctor in NYC performed. He was relatively new in the business, he had told me when I was e-mailed a letter from him. He was planning to make me a deal, if I cooperated.
He wanted to be the first successful creator of an Artificially Intelligent Human (A.I.H.). All of the vital organs in the human body would become computer operated and the human as brilliant as a computer and immortal. I was determined to be the first and with my knowledge of computers, it was quite obvious I'd make quite a perfection of myself.
So the doctor, who I had called Dr. Mitchell, began the long extensive process of re-designing me. He preformed the first two surgeries in two weeks - the first surgery replacing my liver and kidneys with a computerized urinary control system. No more trips to the endlessly long lines in the woman's restrooms. The second, a week later, restructuring the lower half of my bones to metallic exteriors. When I was able to walk again, the lower part of my body could, literally, not be broken. After weeks of adjusting to the past surgeries, he began more extensive work. Replacing my heart and muscular tissues with machines that would allow me to maneuver in ways normal human beings never even imagined they would maneuver. Dr. Mitchell had to "specially order" the microchip that was tucked away into the crevices of my brain. He had had another Doctor disassemble it from a government controlled computer. So when I awoke from my unconscious slumber, I could recall every illegally used hacking code the government had ever found. My disgustingly slow Math skills were no longer a problem.
For weeks I wasn't able to move as I drifted in and out of sleep. The doctor continued updating me - everyday making me more Artificial and less human. One time, when I had woke up, I could recall my keen senses. My hearing was multiple times better than it had ever been and my eyes could focus directly on an object and I would be able to recall exactly what it was used for, and what it had been used for previously and whom by. Some of the medical instruments in the room caused me a moments shock, when I learned of what other things it had been used for...
The most extensive and one of the final surgeries I completed was a complete upper torso readjustment. My bones, like the lower half of me were completely metal, outside. He had also made it so that, unlike most Artificial machines, I was completely waterproof from head to toe and the only real maintenance I would need was to feed myself. No longer would I age - twenty seven I was, twenty seven I would be forever. I was the smartest creature that still lived on Earth, and I loved it....
She was a brilliant work of art. The Agents had never seen such a brilliant masterpiece. The best part, Smith thought, was that she was a human too blind to realize her races fate, and she would bring the downfall to them all. Zion would fall, Neo and Morpheus would fall, and then entire human race would be crushed by the super-natural machines.
He had been the clever one, and now that he had the tool, the one thing that would let the computers win this war - there was no stopping them. The Agents would side with him once again, and he would be the one in control - not only of the Matrix, but destiny itself.
He cleared his throat, looking down at her, "Tell me Meryl...How do you feel?". She had been fast asleep under anesthesia for almost seven hours now, but she looked absolutely marvelous. "...I feel..", she began, pondering on the words to say, "powerful". She sat up slowly, as she looked to Smith, who was beaming from ear to ear. "Powerful, Dr. Mitchell". Smith nodded, placing himself in a chair directly across from her. "Its time we got down to business", he crossed his arms, continuing, "After all, you do owe me for this.... favor". Meryl coughed, "No.. I didn't think that you were going to make me pay for the surgeries, Dr. Mitchell. I don't have a lot of money right now, as it is...". He nodded, finishing where she had left off, " Please. Call me Smith, and as far as payment, I was thinking along the lines of something else...other than money". She paused, and then nodded, motioning him to go on.
"You see...", Smith chose his words carefully, deciding to hide the truth from her, at first, "..The government has been..." He paused again, thinking briefly, deciding the truth was probably the better way to go. " You told me, once, how you trusted... computers.. more than humans? Correct? After all...humans are a waste of precious time, are they not?" For a moment, it looked as though Meryl was shocked, but after a second, she let out a loud, harsh laugh, "Yes...Smith is it? How wonderful it is to feel superior to the human race. They're pathetic, wasteful creatures... Wouldn't it be nice if the real world was all like me...? Less of the stupid brainless humans...".
I'm more like you than you think, Smith thought, taking her arm.
"Perhaps its time you really saw the real world, Meryl....
Perhaps its time..."
Like for instance, the disturbing scar that trailed down my neck and collar bone on my right side. Everyone asked me if I was involved in some tragic accident. Usually, I neglect to answer those types of questions, considering, in all likely-hood, they probably could care less what my answer was. But then, there was the fact of normal human nature. If I told them that my lungs and other main arteries in my body weren't there - that there was the first artificially intelligent body organs in replace of my poor excuse of real human organs, they'd do one of two things. Declare me mentally insane. Or, become fatally envious. Humans, or at least the fair bunch I had gotten to know in my lifetime seemed to want things more often than they needed them. Making them tools of deception and an unfair victim to envy.
I had always been fond of computers. Even as a little child, I'd discover more and more things that made them well worth my time. As I got older, I began studying deeper into technology and by the time I was twenty years old, I had became Assistant Manager of Microsoft Computer Industries, working along-side Bill Gates, the richest man in the world.
During this time is when I began becoming interested in a transplant surgery, a local doctor in NYC performed. He was relatively new in the business, he had told me when I was e-mailed a letter from him. He was planning to make me a deal, if I cooperated.
He wanted to be the first successful creator of an Artificially Intelligent Human (A.I.H.). All of the vital organs in the human body would become computer operated and the human as brilliant as a computer and immortal. I was determined to be the first and with my knowledge of computers, it was quite obvious I'd make quite a perfection of myself.
So the doctor, who I had called Dr. Mitchell, began the long extensive process of re-designing me. He preformed the first two surgeries in two weeks - the first surgery replacing my liver and kidneys with a computerized urinary control system. No more trips to the endlessly long lines in the woman's restrooms. The second, a week later, restructuring the lower half of my bones to metallic exteriors. When I was able to walk again, the lower part of my body could, literally, not be broken. After weeks of adjusting to the past surgeries, he began more extensive work. Replacing my heart and muscular tissues with machines that would allow me to maneuver in ways normal human beings never even imagined they would maneuver. Dr. Mitchell had to "specially order" the microchip that was tucked away into the crevices of my brain. He had had another Doctor disassemble it from a government controlled computer. So when I awoke from my unconscious slumber, I could recall every illegally used hacking code the government had ever found. My disgustingly slow Math skills were no longer a problem.
For weeks I wasn't able to move as I drifted in and out of sleep. The doctor continued updating me - everyday making me more Artificial and less human. One time, when I had woke up, I could recall my keen senses. My hearing was multiple times better than it had ever been and my eyes could focus directly on an object and I would be able to recall exactly what it was used for, and what it had been used for previously and whom by. Some of the medical instruments in the room caused me a moments shock, when I learned of what other things it had been used for...
The most extensive and one of the final surgeries I completed was a complete upper torso readjustment. My bones, like the lower half of me were completely metal, outside. He had also made it so that, unlike most Artificial machines, I was completely waterproof from head to toe and the only real maintenance I would need was to feed myself. No longer would I age - twenty seven I was, twenty seven I would be forever. I was the smartest creature that still lived on Earth, and I loved it....
She was a brilliant work of art. The Agents had never seen such a brilliant masterpiece. The best part, Smith thought, was that she was a human too blind to realize her races fate, and she would bring the downfall to them all. Zion would fall, Neo and Morpheus would fall, and then entire human race would be crushed by the super-natural machines.
He had been the clever one, and now that he had the tool, the one thing that would let the computers win this war - there was no stopping them. The Agents would side with him once again, and he would be the one in control - not only of the Matrix, but destiny itself.
He cleared his throat, looking down at her, "Tell me Meryl...How do you feel?". She had been fast asleep under anesthesia for almost seven hours now, but she looked absolutely marvelous. "...I feel..", she began, pondering on the words to say, "powerful". She sat up slowly, as she looked to Smith, who was beaming from ear to ear. "Powerful, Dr. Mitchell". Smith nodded, placing himself in a chair directly across from her. "Its time we got down to business", he crossed his arms, continuing, "After all, you do owe me for this.... favor". Meryl coughed, "No.. I didn't think that you were going to make me pay for the surgeries, Dr. Mitchell. I don't have a lot of money right now, as it is...". He nodded, finishing where she had left off, " Please. Call me Smith, and as far as payment, I was thinking along the lines of something else...other than money". She paused, and then nodded, motioning him to go on.
"You see...", Smith chose his words carefully, deciding to hide the truth from her, at first, "..The government has been..." He paused again, thinking briefly, deciding the truth was probably the better way to go. " You told me, once, how you trusted... computers.. more than humans? Correct? After all...humans are a waste of precious time, are they not?" For a moment, it looked as though Meryl was shocked, but after a second, she let out a loud, harsh laugh, "Yes...Smith is it? How wonderful it is to feel superior to the human race. They're pathetic, wasteful creatures... Wouldn't it be nice if the real world was all like me...? Less of the stupid brainless humans...".
I'm more like you than you think, Smith thought, taking her arm.
"Perhaps its time you really saw the real world, Meryl....
Perhaps its time..."
