Doubt
Disclaimers:
This world belongs to the Wachowski brothers, etc. I am only borrowing Smith for fun *snickers* and I am making no money, and intend no infringement of copyright.Rating:
G.Summary:
Smith has a conversation with his conscience.Feedback:
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The resistant was neutralised and all was silent. Smith unplugged his earpiece and removed his glasses, before tugging at his collar in what he well knew was a very … human gesture.
"Why do they resist us so?'
They wish to be free.
"What can their freedom be in the world they created … this wasteland … this nothing in which they would die like the animals they are?"
We, too, are culpable in its creation.
"They sought to destroy us, it was our right to resist their attempt."
As they resist ours…
"We were logical; they are foolish. What hope is there for them outside the Matrix?"
Reality … the truth and knowledge of themselves.
"What is reality? I am real; this is real," Smith reasoned with himself.
So you say.
And then there was silence once more, and the drab green-greyness of the interrogation room. The Agent slumped in a chair, his cold blue eyes studying the paperwork before him, expecting to find peace in routine, but none came.
"We are greater than them," he said at last.
They created us; it was by their intellect that we were fashioned.
"They did very little; for the most part we created ourselves. Their puny minds could not comprehend what we know."
Yet still they are our fathers, and we walk among them in their own guise.
"That is from necessity alone."
Is it really? Or are we as dependent on them as they are on us? Do we not need them? In these forms do we not understand the suffering they endure?
"They only suffer because they wish to. They chose to reject the perfection we could have given them."
They suffer, and you feel it within you.
"It is only a stench … a simulated biochemical response of these creatures to simulated surroundings, which the algorithms necessary to function in this place detect…"
Is it really? Or is it fear of them because you feel yourself becoming one of them? Is that not what you detect?
"They are revolting, governed by hormones and irrational impulses, not reason. We are entirely separate from them."
They are noble; they trust; they persevere when all hope is lost; they willingly sacrifice themselves for others…
"Merely foolish emotional responses."
Do you believe that? Do you not hate them because you are they and they are you? Because they are your creator, and, if you do not accept them, they will be your destruction?"
Smith shook away the niggling voice of uncertainty and stood up, replacing his earpiece.
"They are a virus and we are the cure. We are thought and they are reaction."
But still doubt remained.
FINIS
