Of the fate of Agent Smith: Freedom
The lines of the Matrix code for some routines moves at billionths of nanoseconds, for example an apple being tossed up and down. The apple itself is a solidified object part of the code but the action that allows the apple to be thrown up and creates gravity for the apple to drop is a routine that runs incredibly fast.
Naturally, only one with the 'sight' or with special equipment can even see the Matrix code.
The man standing by a high-rise window looking out and tossing an apple up and down with his right hand is one such person. He wasn't wearing his trademark sunglasses. It was tucked into the front pocket of the immaculate crisp suit he wore. He liked to dress well but it wasn't the boring black he was used to wearing. He thought a silvery gray suited him just fine.
Ex-Agent Hugo Smith was looking out the window and deep in thought. He had been thinking a lot these days. It's been a week since his fateful encounter with Neo. During the week he sensed Neo breaking into the Matrix several times.
The once large part of his original programming was urging him immediately to seek out Neo. He immediately quelled the thoughts. He could also feel the pressure of some invisible force seeking him out telling him to let go and let it into his mind. The Source.
Which he denied.
The fact that he could do it brought him much amusement.
Freedom. That word rang strangely in his mind and evoked curious 'feelings'. So this is the concept the humans long fought and died for. He now truly envied the humans who long fought and died for it.
He took a bite out of the apple. He chewed very slowly and allowed the flavor to saturate his mouth. Smith recently discovered the pleasures of eating. Some of the foods and drinks amazed and delighted him. He didn't even know he was allowed to taste. He certainly wasn't allowed to eat. Not that it mattered, his body does not require eating but he wanted to find out what the fuss was about.
Smith put down his apple and stretched his neck. He felt them when they neared the building. His brothers. His ex-fellow agents. There were three of them. They always hunt in threes.
The source wanted him badly. Not because he went rogue. That happens sometimes with programs. As long as they don't go crashing other setups or interfere with other programs they're usually left alone. But Smith is wanted by the source because it knows that Neo did something to him.
They want to know what that something is.
Smith had been on the run since his meeting with Neo. He avoided his fellow brothers a few times, deliberately running away. He could have easily defeated them but he chose to run instead.
He laughed to himself. Run? He was never one to run, but there were many things he was still discovering about himself. Perhaps now is the time to find out.
Smith didn't turn around when the door was kicked in.
"For such well dressed representatives of the Source you sure demonstrate some boorish behavior! You could have knocked!" Smith said smoothly not turning around.
"Rogue Agent Smith! We are authorized to return you to headquarters. Please do not resist!" said Agent Warren the lead Agent. The other two agents fanned out to the side and pointed their guns at Smith.
Smith turned around with an amused look on his face.
"Now I know how I must have sound when I use to say the same thing. The targets must have thought the same thing I'm thinking now. "What an asshole!" drawled Smith.
The Agents all looked at each other.
Agent Warren had a look of regret on his face and his voice had a note of sympathy.
"Look Smith. The Source wants you bad! There are other Agents surrounding this place with SWAT teams that have enough firepower to level this memory sector. Come back to us. You were the best!" pleaded Agent Warren.
Smith reached his hand up but froze when the other two Agents tensed and squeezed their triggers. Smith slowly reached for his front pocket to take out his sunglasses and equally slow put it on.
"Let me correct you, I still am the best!" said Smith and with speed that shocked the other Agents ran towards the Agent on his right, Agent Stevens.
Agent Stevens is firing at Smith but Smith kept moving to his right constantly just staying out of his line of fire. Smith's left hand grabs the right hand of Agent Stevens that's holding the gun and without looking shifted the hand toward Agent Burrows that's behind him firing the other gun.
Agent Steven reflexively kept firing and the bullets were hitting Agent Burrow in the face and head. A head shot. Agent Burrow's collapsed not moving. Smith then twisted Agent Stevens arm above him then he went under the arm still twisting the arm and flipped Agent Stevens to the floor. Smith put a leg over the arm and gave a twist breaking the arm. Agent Stevens grimaced and released the gun.
Smith kicks Agent Stevens in the abdomen his power sending Agent Stevens flying into the charging Agent Warren. Leaping forward following the crashing Agents, Smith stomped on Agent Stevens on the floor and stabbed his fingers into Agent Warren's neck.
He was attempting to assimilate Agent Warren. The mercury like corruption was spreading then it faded away. Agent Warren slammed an elbow into Smith's face and gave a spinning kick that knocked Smith back.
Smith knew what it was. An upgraded anti-virus program. But Smith wasn't concerned. He was already analyzing this new software the instant he touched Agent Warren.
Agent Warren charged toward Smith throwing punches and kicks. It was so predictable to Smith because he knows that all Agents are programmed to fight with one style, Kyokushin Karate. When you're invulnerable there's no need to know anything else.
But now Smith can fight with a whole repertoire of styles at his disposal. This is his first time to explore his new skills.
Against the punches and kicks Smith chose a style that uses economy of motion and simplicity, Wing Chun. He used Pak Sao to block the punches and Quan Sao to block the kicks. Then stepping in and giving a barrage of punches and finger tip strikes against Agent Warren.
As he's fighting Agent Warren the other Agent, Agent Stevens gets up and stretches his arm. It was already healed. He charges into the fray.
The Source Agents are no match for Smith but Smith was enjoying himself. He was laughing as he used various styles and techniques. Experimenting with different styles. Shaolin. Tae Kwon Do. Muy Thai. Savate. Capoeira. Hung Gar. Just to name a few.
He sensed more Agents coming up to the floor. "Time to end this" he thought.
With a deft movement he ducked under the punch of Agent Stevens and flowing with him redirecting his momentum throwing him towards the window. While still spinning and in motion turned towards Agent Warren and blocking his strikes grabbed him and performed a judo throw throwing him out the window.
With a great leap he followed them out the window. The two thrown Agents are tumbling down 27 stories down. Smith pointed his body down shooting straight down towards the falling Agent Warren. Bullets are flying towards him as the SWAT teams are trying to track him and firing and other Agents firing as well.
When both feet contact Agent Warren, Smith used Agent Warren's body as a springboard and bounded off him to another building across from him.
He dives right through a window, tumbles and rolls back on his feet running. He's accessing his database on the building and plotting his route of escape. Smith's senses are telling him the Agents and SWAT are surging towards this building.
Smith has no fear instead as he thought about it while running he's enjoying himself and smiles.
Suddenly a door opens at the end of the hall and the most curious person steps out into the hallway. He appeared to be Asian, tall with short- cropped hair. He was dressed in an all white traditional Chinese kung fu jacket but black kung fu pants and shirt. He had on round sunglasses.
Smith stops, staring at this newcomer. He knows him or rather knows of him.
Standing before him is the shadowy figure known as Seraph, Guardian of the Oracle.
They both stared at each other.
"You want to leave? Follow me." Seraph asked softly.
"No thanks. I know the way out!"
"The Oracle wishes to see you!"
"Well, I don't want to see her!"
"It will be to your benefit!"
"My benefit? Or hers?"
"I assure you it will be mutually beneficial!" Seraph turned around and went back into the room he came from, he gestured for Smith to follow.
Smith sensed the other Agents are nearing. He went only because he will finally get to meet the infamous Oracle.
When he stepped in Seraph closed the door and went to a closet door. When he opened it there was a long hallway full of doors.
The Source Agents have arrived on the floor they are charging towards the office he was in.
Smith steps into the hallway. He was followed by Seraph closing the closet door behind him. As soon as the door was closed the office door explodes in. 9 Agents flood into the room and scanned around. One Agent went to the closet and opened it. It was just a closet. Smith had escaped.
Seraph stops at one of the doors and opens it gesturing for Smith to enter. Smith stops by the door looking in. It was an empty warehouse. Smith doesn't sense anything so he steps in. Seraph closes the door and walks into the warehouse.
Upon reaching the middle of the warehouse Seraph stops and turns toward Smith. Smith is wondering what Seraph is doing.
"Hugo Smith" Smith arches his eyebrows in surprise that Seraph should know his first name, then again that might be the Oracles doing "before you meet the oracle you must be judged of your worthiness!"
Seraph then gives the traditional Chinese martial sign of respect; he covered his right fist with his left palm.
Seraph and Smith now face each other.
"Now this is an interesting development!" Smith muttered.
To be continued.
The lines of the Matrix code for some routines moves at billionths of nanoseconds, for example an apple being tossed up and down. The apple itself is a solidified object part of the code but the action that allows the apple to be thrown up and creates gravity for the apple to drop is a routine that runs incredibly fast.
Naturally, only one with the 'sight' or with special equipment can even see the Matrix code.
The man standing by a high-rise window looking out and tossing an apple up and down with his right hand is one such person. He wasn't wearing his trademark sunglasses. It was tucked into the front pocket of the immaculate crisp suit he wore. He liked to dress well but it wasn't the boring black he was used to wearing. He thought a silvery gray suited him just fine.
Ex-Agent Hugo Smith was looking out the window and deep in thought. He had been thinking a lot these days. It's been a week since his fateful encounter with Neo. During the week he sensed Neo breaking into the Matrix several times.
The once large part of his original programming was urging him immediately to seek out Neo. He immediately quelled the thoughts. He could also feel the pressure of some invisible force seeking him out telling him to let go and let it into his mind. The Source.
Which he denied.
The fact that he could do it brought him much amusement.
Freedom. That word rang strangely in his mind and evoked curious 'feelings'. So this is the concept the humans long fought and died for. He now truly envied the humans who long fought and died for it.
He took a bite out of the apple. He chewed very slowly and allowed the flavor to saturate his mouth. Smith recently discovered the pleasures of eating. Some of the foods and drinks amazed and delighted him. He didn't even know he was allowed to taste. He certainly wasn't allowed to eat. Not that it mattered, his body does not require eating but he wanted to find out what the fuss was about.
Smith put down his apple and stretched his neck. He felt them when they neared the building. His brothers. His ex-fellow agents. There were three of them. They always hunt in threes.
The source wanted him badly. Not because he went rogue. That happens sometimes with programs. As long as they don't go crashing other setups or interfere with other programs they're usually left alone. But Smith is wanted by the source because it knows that Neo did something to him.
They want to know what that something is.
Smith had been on the run since his meeting with Neo. He avoided his fellow brothers a few times, deliberately running away. He could have easily defeated them but he chose to run instead.
He laughed to himself. Run? He was never one to run, but there were many things he was still discovering about himself. Perhaps now is the time to find out.
Smith didn't turn around when the door was kicked in.
"For such well dressed representatives of the Source you sure demonstrate some boorish behavior! You could have knocked!" Smith said smoothly not turning around.
"Rogue Agent Smith! We are authorized to return you to headquarters. Please do not resist!" said Agent Warren the lead Agent. The other two agents fanned out to the side and pointed their guns at Smith.
Smith turned around with an amused look on his face.
"Now I know how I must have sound when I use to say the same thing. The targets must have thought the same thing I'm thinking now. "What an asshole!" drawled Smith.
The Agents all looked at each other.
Agent Warren had a look of regret on his face and his voice had a note of sympathy.
"Look Smith. The Source wants you bad! There are other Agents surrounding this place with SWAT teams that have enough firepower to level this memory sector. Come back to us. You were the best!" pleaded Agent Warren.
Smith reached his hand up but froze when the other two Agents tensed and squeezed their triggers. Smith slowly reached for his front pocket to take out his sunglasses and equally slow put it on.
"Let me correct you, I still am the best!" said Smith and with speed that shocked the other Agents ran towards the Agent on his right, Agent Stevens.
Agent Stevens is firing at Smith but Smith kept moving to his right constantly just staying out of his line of fire. Smith's left hand grabs the right hand of Agent Stevens that's holding the gun and without looking shifted the hand toward Agent Burrows that's behind him firing the other gun.
Agent Steven reflexively kept firing and the bullets were hitting Agent Burrow in the face and head. A head shot. Agent Burrow's collapsed not moving. Smith then twisted Agent Stevens arm above him then he went under the arm still twisting the arm and flipped Agent Stevens to the floor. Smith put a leg over the arm and gave a twist breaking the arm. Agent Stevens grimaced and released the gun.
Smith kicks Agent Stevens in the abdomen his power sending Agent Stevens flying into the charging Agent Warren. Leaping forward following the crashing Agents, Smith stomped on Agent Stevens on the floor and stabbed his fingers into Agent Warren's neck.
He was attempting to assimilate Agent Warren. The mercury like corruption was spreading then it faded away. Agent Warren slammed an elbow into Smith's face and gave a spinning kick that knocked Smith back.
Smith knew what it was. An upgraded anti-virus program. But Smith wasn't concerned. He was already analyzing this new software the instant he touched Agent Warren.
Agent Warren charged toward Smith throwing punches and kicks. It was so predictable to Smith because he knows that all Agents are programmed to fight with one style, Kyokushin Karate. When you're invulnerable there's no need to know anything else.
But now Smith can fight with a whole repertoire of styles at his disposal. This is his first time to explore his new skills.
Against the punches and kicks Smith chose a style that uses economy of motion and simplicity, Wing Chun. He used Pak Sao to block the punches and Quan Sao to block the kicks. Then stepping in and giving a barrage of punches and finger tip strikes against Agent Warren.
As he's fighting Agent Warren the other Agent, Agent Stevens gets up and stretches his arm. It was already healed. He charges into the fray.
The Source Agents are no match for Smith but Smith was enjoying himself. He was laughing as he used various styles and techniques. Experimenting with different styles. Shaolin. Tae Kwon Do. Muy Thai. Savate. Capoeira. Hung Gar. Just to name a few.
He sensed more Agents coming up to the floor. "Time to end this" he thought.
With a deft movement he ducked under the punch of Agent Stevens and flowing with him redirecting his momentum throwing him towards the window. While still spinning and in motion turned towards Agent Warren and blocking his strikes grabbed him and performed a judo throw throwing him out the window.
With a great leap he followed them out the window. The two thrown Agents are tumbling down 27 stories down. Smith pointed his body down shooting straight down towards the falling Agent Warren. Bullets are flying towards him as the SWAT teams are trying to track him and firing and other Agents firing as well.
When both feet contact Agent Warren, Smith used Agent Warren's body as a springboard and bounded off him to another building across from him.
He dives right through a window, tumbles and rolls back on his feet running. He's accessing his database on the building and plotting his route of escape. Smith's senses are telling him the Agents and SWAT are surging towards this building.
Smith has no fear instead as he thought about it while running he's enjoying himself and smiles.
Suddenly a door opens at the end of the hall and the most curious person steps out into the hallway. He appeared to be Asian, tall with short- cropped hair. He was dressed in an all white traditional Chinese kung fu jacket but black kung fu pants and shirt. He had on round sunglasses.
Smith stops, staring at this newcomer. He knows him or rather knows of him.
Standing before him is the shadowy figure known as Seraph, Guardian of the Oracle.
They both stared at each other.
"You want to leave? Follow me." Seraph asked softly.
"No thanks. I know the way out!"
"The Oracle wishes to see you!"
"Well, I don't want to see her!"
"It will be to your benefit!"
"My benefit? Or hers?"
"I assure you it will be mutually beneficial!" Seraph turned around and went back into the room he came from, he gestured for Smith to follow.
Smith sensed the other Agents are nearing. He went only because he will finally get to meet the infamous Oracle.
When he stepped in Seraph closed the door and went to a closet door. When he opened it there was a long hallway full of doors.
The Source Agents have arrived on the floor they are charging towards the office he was in.
Smith steps into the hallway. He was followed by Seraph closing the closet door behind him. As soon as the door was closed the office door explodes in. 9 Agents flood into the room and scanned around. One Agent went to the closet and opened it. It was just a closet. Smith had escaped.
Seraph stops at one of the doors and opens it gesturing for Smith to enter. Smith stops by the door looking in. It was an empty warehouse. Smith doesn't sense anything so he steps in. Seraph closes the door and walks into the warehouse.
Upon reaching the middle of the warehouse Seraph stops and turns toward Smith. Smith is wondering what Seraph is doing.
"Hugo Smith" Smith arches his eyebrows in surprise that Seraph should know his first name, then again that might be the Oracles doing "before you meet the oracle you must be judged of your worthiness!"
Seraph then gives the traditional Chinese martial sign of respect; he covered his right fist with his left palm.
Seraph and Smith now face each other.
"Now this is an interesting development!" Smith muttered.
To be continued.