Disclaimer- don't own the Matrix, never will
Prologue
There was rain, there was Mr. Anderson, then there was pain- or as close to pain as he had ever experienced. He felt his code being ripped and scattered. Deletion, he thought, I will be deleted and it will all be over. The thought wasn't sad or angry, just a fact. He had always wanted to leave the Matrix, and now he was going to do so.
Then something changed. It was being brought together. Green lines of code formed, once again, a man. The rain had stopped but the chill remained. Whole now, Smith opened cold blue eyes only to wonder if he had opened them. Removing his shades and placing them neatly in his inner pocket, he realized it wasn't completely dark. A dark gray fog swirled around in what seemed to be an unlimited space. Above, below, and around him- he appeared to be standing in a storm cloud. What trick is this? "Mr. Anderson, I'm aware that your kind might find this amusing, but know that I will find you. It is inevitable."
He took a few quick, yet deliberate steps forward, only to knocked backwards. A wall? There was nothing to indicate a barrier; not even the codes read as a wall of any sort. Smith adjusted the cuffs of his suit, calming himself before reaching out. There! He followed it, hitting a corner at six and one half steps exactly. The same at the next wall and the next, until he reached his original point. No NO NO! "NO!" He pounded the wall with all his strength. "Where IS THIS?!"