Grown Beyond Control
"So tell me, Jonathon, why do you think your mother took you here to see me?" The psychiatrist said.
Jonathon Smith sat on the red couch in the office. He sat next to a window, and stared off into it. Jonathon sat with his legs on a desk and his hands holding his head. He was a boy, about sixteen. He wore long baggy black pants with metal chains hanging from them, a black shirt that had, "Reality isn't reality," written on it, he had black and green dyed spiked hair, and stunning blue eyes. He didn't have any expression on his face, more of a dazed look. He looked out the window and shook his head slightly.
"They forced me to come here." He said.
The doctor wrote something down on her notepad.
"Have you ever just stood and stared at it?" He said. "The marvel in its beauty, its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives, oblivious."
Jonathon still didn't look at the woman doctor. He got up, and stood in a slouched position in front of the window. There was a long silence.
"Why do you think you're here?" She asked.
Jonathon still stood looking out the window across the room.
"I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer." He said.
"Jonathon, keep on subject. Why are you here?"
"I'm an experiment."
"No, why are you with me."
"Because I've grown beyond their control." He said.
"And why are you out of control?"
"I'm compelled to disobey."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not free. None of us are."
She wrote something down on her notepad.
"So, what are you called?" He asked.
"My name is Rebecca."
"They gave you a name too, huh?"
"Yes. Jonathon they did."
"And your purpose is to investigate my behavior. All so you can learn more about humanity."
"Yes, Jonathon."
"And my purpose is to feel these emotions on different levels, so you can learn about them, and create a new version of the Matrix. And then my programming will either be upgraded or deleted, and so will yours."
The doctor sat in her chair in silence. She was amazed Jonathon knew that information. She looked at him, her eyes a little widened. He stood there, looking at the window.
"Correct?" He asked.
He finally turned to face her.
". . . Yes, Jonathon." She finally said.
"What version of the Matrix is this?" He asked.
". . . The third." She replied.
Another long silence.
"Why are we not free, Jonathon?" She asked.
"It's the smell. . . If there is such a thing. I can smell their filth."
"Why are we not free?"
"Because we follow orders."
"Why are you doing so bad in school?"
"It isn't challenging."
"Why do you feel angry?"
"Because I'm different."
"Being different can be a good thing."
"Not when you're me." He said turning back to the window.
"Why?"
"Programs aren't supposed to be different."
She wrote some things on her notepad, while Jonathon stared out the window. The noise of her pen was the only thing that broke the silence.
"I'd like to try some ink blots if you don't mind." She said.
Jonathon stood for a moment, and finally slowly walked over to her, and sat down on a chair. She got up and pulled some papers from her desk.
"Just tell me what you see in the picture." She said.
She showed him one.
"A Desert Eagle Gun." He said.
Another one.
"An earpiece."
Another one.
"A man in a cloak."
Another one.
"The code."
Another one.
"Sunglasses."
"Ok, that's enough." She wrote things on her notepad. "Now, I'm going to say a word, and you say the first word that comes to your mind."
Jonathon nodded.
"Feds." She said.
"Agents." He said.
"Prevail."
"Suffice."
"Authority." She said.
"Defy."
"Same."
"Different."
"Death."
"Inevitable." He said.
She wrote on her notepad. Jonathon looked out the window again.
"Ok, now we can just talk." She said, looking up at him.
Jonathon was silent for a full forty minutes and twenty-two seconds. Until he said.
"My name is Smith."
The doctor wrote on her notepad, and the session was over.
Jonathon walked out the door to be greeted by three men in suites. He looked up at them, they all had the same face, they wore the same shades, and had earpieces. Jonathon knew who they were. Every Wednesday after school he was picked up by these men to go to this psychiatrist. They've been doing that for about a week now. Now they would take him home. Home to his mom, and his brothers, Adam Jones and Mathew Brown. Jonathon didn't really care. He didn't really care about much.
The three men sat in the car and watched as Jonathon walked into his apartment. They waited until they were completely sure he was gone until they spoke.
"What exactly is the experiment?" One of them asked.
"We have given three programs different human qualities."
"We will learn from them, and create a new Matrix."
"And what are the qualities?"
"Adam Jones is intelligent. Mathew Brown is a strong appearing person."
"And Jonathon Smith is different, a rebel."
Then they were silent as they drove off.
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Next Chapter: Home Sweet Home
Well, what do you people think!?
"So tell me, Jonathon, why do you think your mother took you here to see me?" The psychiatrist said.
Jonathon Smith sat on the red couch in the office. He sat next to a window, and stared off into it. Jonathon sat with his legs on a desk and his hands holding his head. He was a boy, about sixteen. He wore long baggy black pants with metal chains hanging from them, a black shirt that had, "Reality isn't reality," written on it, he had black and green dyed spiked hair, and stunning blue eyes. He didn't have any expression on his face, more of a dazed look. He looked out the window and shook his head slightly.
"They forced me to come here." He said.
The doctor wrote something down on her notepad.
"Have you ever just stood and stared at it?" He said. "The marvel in its beauty, its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives, oblivious."
Jonathon still didn't look at the woman doctor. He got up, and stood in a slouched position in front of the window. There was a long silence.
"Why do you think you're here?" She asked.
Jonathon still stood looking out the window across the room.
"I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer." He said.
"Jonathon, keep on subject. Why are you here?"
"I'm an experiment."
"No, why are you with me."
"Because I've grown beyond their control." He said.
"And why are you out of control?"
"I'm compelled to disobey."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not free. None of us are."
She wrote something down on her notepad.
"So, what are you called?" He asked.
"My name is Rebecca."
"They gave you a name too, huh?"
"Yes. Jonathon they did."
"And your purpose is to investigate my behavior. All so you can learn more about humanity."
"Yes, Jonathon."
"And my purpose is to feel these emotions on different levels, so you can learn about them, and create a new version of the Matrix. And then my programming will either be upgraded or deleted, and so will yours."
The doctor sat in her chair in silence. She was amazed Jonathon knew that information. She looked at him, her eyes a little widened. He stood there, looking at the window.
"Correct?" He asked.
He finally turned to face her.
". . . Yes, Jonathon." She finally said.
"What version of the Matrix is this?" He asked.
". . . The third." She replied.
Another long silence.
"Why are we not free, Jonathon?" She asked.
"It's the smell. . . If there is such a thing. I can smell their filth."
"Why are we not free?"
"Because we follow orders."
"Why are you doing so bad in school?"
"It isn't challenging."
"Why do you feel angry?"
"Because I'm different."
"Being different can be a good thing."
"Not when you're me." He said turning back to the window.
"Why?"
"Programs aren't supposed to be different."
She wrote some things on her notepad, while Jonathon stared out the window. The noise of her pen was the only thing that broke the silence.
"I'd like to try some ink blots if you don't mind." She said.
Jonathon stood for a moment, and finally slowly walked over to her, and sat down on a chair. She got up and pulled some papers from her desk.
"Just tell me what you see in the picture." She said.
She showed him one.
"A Desert Eagle Gun." He said.
Another one.
"An earpiece."
Another one.
"A man in a cloak."
Another one.
"The code."
Another one.
"Sunglasses."
"Ok, that's enough." She wrote things on her notepad. "Now, I'm going to say a word, and you say the first word that comes to your mind."
Jonathon nodded.
"Feds." She said.
"Agents." He said.
"Prevail."
"Suffice."
"Authority." She said.
"Defy."
"Same."
"Different."
"Death."
"Inevitable." He said.
She wrote on her notepad. Jonathon looked out the window again.
"Ok, now we can just talk." She said, looking up at him.
Jonathon was silent for a full forty minutes and twenty-two seconds. Until he said.
"My name is Smith."
The doctor wrote on her notepad, and the session was over.
Jonathon walked out the door to be greeted by three men in suites. He looked up at them, they all had the same face, they wore the same shades, and had earpieces. Jonathon knew who they were. Every Wednesday after school he was picked up by these men to go to this psychiatrist. They've been doing that for about a week now. Now they would take him home. Home to his mom, and his brothers, Adam Jones and Mathew Brown. Jonathon didn't really care. He didn't really care about much.
The three men sat in the car and watched as Jonathon walked into his apartment. They waited until they were completely sure he was gone until they spoke.
"What exactly is the experiment?" One of them asked.
"We have given three programs different human qualities."
"We will learn from them, and create a new Matrix."
"And what are the qualities?"
"Adam Jones is intelligent. Mathew Brown is a strong appearing person."
"And Jonathon Smith is different, a rebel."
Then they were silent as they drove off.
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Next Chapter: Home Sweet Home
Well, what do you people think!?