Disclaimer: As you've probably guessed, I don't own any part of The Matrix (except for Carrie-Anne Moss, who's locked in my basement), nor do I own any piece of Warner Brothers (why would I want to?). And I am not the Wachowski brothers. In fact they're going to send guys to my house to break my legs if I don't stop writing, but that won't stop me. Who writes with their legs???
It was really a sterile room for such an important event to take place in, but that's the way they preferred it. The room was a sickly whitish colour, completely empty except for the two men standing near the only door. In reality, they weren't men at all, but complicated, intelligent, computer programs with no real substance in any place but this one. In this world, however, they were as real as anyone, with minds, feelings, and emotions, all dedicated to a single goal; the elimination of the humans who had escaped their control. The "freedom fighters", as they liked to be called, called them Agents, but in their world, there were no names, only designations, methods of telling one from another to simplify matters, but nothing as primitive as a mere name.
'How have they survived this long' thought one of the Agents, his mind wandering with the boredom. Yes, boredom was the best way to describe it. Something that was not included in their basic programming was a list of emotions, something that each agent had to develop on their own, and this one had only had a few weeks since his activation to contemplate his range of feelings and emotions.
It was something that the original designers had not anticipated when they created the first of their breed. They wanted a dedicated killing machine, which is certainly what they got, but they had not anticipated that the dedication they sought would manifest into such a ... human characteristic as emotion. Unfortunately, as hard as the programmers tried, they could not remove the flaw from their programming; it was a part of them. So they decided to continue the design with the flaw intact, hoping that it would assist them in their mission, helping them to understand the human mind better. Occasionally, an Agent went to far and let his emotions take over his reasoning, but they were quickly dealt with, which is why each of them strived to understand that part of their mind, and not let it control them.
The waiting was beginning to wear on their patients, but the orders were to wait, and wait they did, even though they had no idea what they were waiting for. None of them knew, really. They all knew the individual pieces they were responsible for, but this was such an important project that they couldn't run the risk of it leaking out, which forced them all to be in the dark, not something that any of them were comfortable with.
Suddenly it began, and they finally knew why they'd been told to wait here; they were welcoming another of their kind into this reality. A new artificial intelligence was being born into its new home; the Matrix. The room appeared to distort ever so slightly, a human shape beginning to form in the centre of the room. But it wasn't the familiar shape of an agent with his suit and sunglasses. It was the shape of a woman! What was happening here? For the first time in his brief existence, the Agent was at a loss. The entire process only took a second, and when it was over the room looked just as it had before, except for it's new occupant, who stood defiantly in it's centre. She was slightly shorter than the agents, with long, dark brown hair and a very beautiful, if somewhat sinister looking, face. She wore a long, black jacket which covered simple black clothes that fit her sexy form perfectly.
The looks of surprise on the faces of the two Agents were priceless, however inappropriate they were. They had never been sure what to expect, but they had their suspicions, none of which included this. Finally, the senior of the two spoke up, "Welcome to the Matrix. Who... what are you?"
"Your last hope." replied the new arrival in a sexy, yet monotone voice. She donned a pair of sunglasses that seemed to appear out of thin air, and walked out the door. The Agents shared a look and, seeing the same thought pass across each other's faces, quickly followed her out. Maybe all was not lost after all.