Agent smith stepped from the calm, steady humming of the data and through the image translators. This gave him a slight headache but it quickly passed. Of course, it didn't hurt so much as "dying" though. After the dizzy spells left, Smith looked at his surroundings.
He was standing in front of his digital "house" though it wasn't really a house but a code of program. His house didn't confine to any standards of what a "battery" called a house though. It was a circle of stones, which seemed to loop and shift in the stillness. In the center of the stones were a bed and a mailbox. The mailbox, when approached said,
YOU'VE GOT MAIL!
Smith had no idea why but that is what it said.
Opining the mailbox, he found a letter. Odd that anyone would want to talk to an agent and the most junior of the Agents at that. The letter said:
Agent 3 (smith)
Consensus 2904eu8r593947593753286484264 has determined that you are to be transferred to Middle-earth.DIM at the earliest possible time. Please forward to other constructs and agents necessary in order to gain leave.
Construct 3
Puzzled at the contents of the letter, he called for a help file. Suddenly a dictionary and keyboard appeared in front of him. He typed in, CONSENSUS, CONSTUCT and MIDDLE-EARTH.DIM. The dictionary flung open and the pages blurred at the speed. Whoever (or whatever) wrote the program must have been a genius. It suddenly stopped at three definitions
CONSTUCT: A NON-MATRIX AI WHO SUPERVISES THE RUNING OF MATRIX
CONSENSUS: A MEATING OF CONSTRUCTS
MIDDLE-EARTH.DIM: -(NO INFORMATION)-
So, thought Smith as he pulled out his phone, my boss wants me to investigate an unknown structure, this day might be intrusting. He dialed up his supervisor, Brown.
"Brown" said the voice from the phone.
"Yes, Smith, listen..." said Smith
"I got the letter, you can go. I have already talked to the constructs, they honor consensus so it is OK."
"Okay, just one question." said Smith, relieved
"Shoot."
"How do I get there?"
"You don't go to them, they come to you." Came the cold reply from Brown, as he hung up.
He was standing in front of his digital "house" though it wasn't really a house but a code of program. His house didn't confine to any standards of what a "battery" called a house though. It was a circle of stones, which seemed to loop and shift in the stillness. In the center of the stones were a bed and a mailbox. The mailbox, when approached said,
YOU'VE GOT MAIL!
Smith had no idea why but that is what it said.
Opining the mailbox, he found a letter. Odd that anyone would want to talk to an agent and the most junior of the Agents at that. The letter said:
Agent 3 (smith)
Consensus 2904eu8r593947593753286484264 has determined that you are to be transferred to Middle-earth.DIM at the earliest possible time. Please forward to other constructs and agents necessary in order to gain leave.
Construct 3
Puzzled at the contents of the letter, he called for a help file. Suddenly a dictionary and keyboard appeared in front of him. He typed in, CONSENSUS, CONSTUCT and MIDDLE-EARTH.DIM. The dictionary flung open and the pages blurred at the speed. Whoever (or whatever) wrote the program must have been a genius. It suddenly stopped at three definitions
CONSTUCT: A NON-MATRIX AI WHO SUPERVISES THE RUNING OF MATRIX
CONSENSUS: A MEATING OF CONSTRUCTS
MIDDLE-EARTH.DIM: -(NO INFORMATION)-
So, thought Smith as he pulled out his phone, my boss wants me to investigate an unknown structure, this day might be intrusting. He dialed up his supervisor, Brown.
"Brown" said the voice from the phone.
"Yes, Smith, listen..." said Smith
"I got the letter, you can go. I have already talked to the constructs, they honor consensus so it is OK."
"Okay, just one question." said Smith, relieved
"Shoot."
"How do I get there?"
"You don't go to them, they come to you." Came the cold reply from Brown, as he hung up.