Of the fate of Agent Smith3 : The Oracle
Seraph and Smith faced off. They are not moving and expressionless. Smith rotates his head stretching his neck.
Smith is reviewing all his data about this entity called Seraph, which isn't much. All that is known is that during his time as an Agent he was told to be on the look out for a rogue program called The Oracle. It is known that The Oracle has been providing aid to the rogue humans and sometimes rogue programs.
It was always one step ahead of them. Smith had always believed that the Oracle could have gone long before they arrived but deliberately making it seem that they had just missed them. As if it were mocking them.
The only information about Seraph was a quick communiqué that one of the three Agents hunting for the Oracle got out that they have encountered Seraph. But the communiqué was cut short and nothing was heard of the Agents after that.
Smith wanted to try something. He wanted to find out how he would fare against Seraph had he still been an Agent.
He focused within himself and concentrated. He immersed himself in his Agent mode. In his mind he is Agent Smith again.
Seraph who was watching Smith and studying his code lines arched an eyebrow in surprise as the golden glow emitted by Smith's rogue status now changed to the green of the base source code. Just like an Agent.
Not delaying any longer Seraph jumped forward with a jumping front kick aiming for Smith's throat. Smith surprised by Seraph's speed shifted to the side and performed a knife hand block with his left hand. Then he jumped up to perform a lunge punch with his right hand. Seraph blocked the punch with his left hand and threw and elbow strike to Smith's head. Smith threw up his arm covering his head absorbing the blow. All this was executed when they were still in midair from their jump.
As soon as they land they jumped up performing jumping round house kicks to each other which they block. But after the block Seraph stepped in and performed a dazzling array of strikes against Smith. Seraph's techniques are fluid and flowing. Smith's techniques are powerful but linear.
Smith is using the style all Agents fight with, Kyokushinkai Karate; it is a style that emphasizes overwhelming power. It is very basic in technique but also very practical. But Seraph seems to know this so is using a style to counter the linear directness of Kyokushinkai. Seraph chose a combination style of Wing Chun and Pak Mei.
When Smith throws a bone crunching punch Seraph instead of stepping away and blocking, as most practitioners would do, it stepped in reducing the effectiveness of the punch and blocking it before the punch can develop power. Seraph seems to be throwing short range punches that don't seem very powerful but they are as equally as powerful as a punch that's drawn and chambered.
Smith is being rocked with blows. Every effort by Smith is countered or made ineffective and Smith is even more powerful than the current upgraded Agents.
After being knocked into a column that disintegrated the bricks surrounding it exposing the steel girder, Smith gets up and brushes the dust off his suit.
"Well now! It's no wonder the other Agents can't catch you! Let's kick this up a notch shall we?" said Smith and his head moved in a circle loosening up his neck.
It changed from his Agent mode back to his modified mode. Seraph saw the change.
Smith kiyaped and performed a powerful jumping back spinning kick. It was so fast that Seraph could not get out of the way but it immediately thrust out both palms together to intercept the strike. When it hit there was a ripple of power from the strike that spread out like a ring. Seraph was knocked back a step.
Smith somersaulted back but as soon as his foot touched the floor he bounded towards Seraph again and threw a multitude of kicks. Seraph is blocking them but just barely.
Now Smith is performing an array of hand strikes that's fluid and flowing. Against the short range Wing Chun and Pak Mei, Smith chose Pa Kua, an internal style based on circular hand movements and foot work.
Though Seraph is defending well against Smith he is getting hit. Seraph's brows are knitted in concentration. In a climactic exchange of blows it ended when both struck each other in the chest and was knocked back.
Smith arched up the corners of his mouth as if saying, "Is that all you got?"
Seraph only encountered one other that was more than his equal and that was Neo. He refused to let a rogue Agent be his match.
"Now it's my turn to 'kick it up a notch'!" said Seraph.
Now Seraph puts both hands together like a monk and starts to hum. Smith now could see that Seraph's code is changing color from gold to reddish gold then eventually to red.
Now Smith is concerned. Now he knows what happened to those missing Agents.
"By the Source! He is a Destroyer?" and is gaping at Seraph.
A Destroyer is a very, very old program whose sole purpose is to purge systems.
After several seconds have passed Seraph now looks up to Smith. Smith can see behind Seraph's sunglasses a dim red glow.
Seraph cries out and steps into a stance. Ripples of power are spreading from Seraph.
Smith circled his head stretching his neck and straightened his tie then calmly assumes a stance.
Then looking at Seraph he said, "I think that was more than a notch you kicked up!"
Seraph leaped at Smith. Smith shocked at the speed Seraph attacked him with. He barely got his arms up in time to intercept the punch. The punch knocked him back flying. Smith then somersaults in midair to land on his feet and jumps into a ready stance.
Then he felt it, right above him. Seraph had made a mighty leap when he went flying to above him and knew where he was going to land. He is coming down with both feet first to hammer Smith with enough power to reduce Smith into individual bytes.
Smith with exquisite timing leaped back in a back flip opening his legs, which Seraph passed through and when his kick contacted the ground Seraph's leg sunk into the ground to his knees, the concrete floor formed a huge convex dent, the entire floor buckled with cracks forming and spreading out.
Seraph jumped up from the pit he made and set himself into a stance. Smith is also ready. Their bodies like tightly wound springs ready to snap.
"Enough."
The word was not loud but it carried authority. Only until Seraphim came out of his stance did Smith then relaxed his. A woman walked out from the shadows in a corner. She appeared to be of African American descent, late 40's or early 50's. She was puffing on a cigarette. She took her time and walked up to the two combatants.
She looked at Seraph and studied him then said, "Seraph, don't tell me you let ol' Smith here rile you up?"
Seraph was expressionless. The Oracle shook her head and rolled her eyes then she looked at Smith. She was staring him up and down and walked around him examining him.
"My, my, so we meet at last ex-Agent Hugo Smith!"
Smith too was studying her as if he couldn't believe what he is seeing.
"YOU'RE the Oracle?" asked Smith.
"That's me!" she said then took a drag from her cigarette.
"You don't look impressive to me!"
"And you look just like any other Agent to me except for the color of your suit!" and then she blew smoke in Smith's face.
He growled, "I'm no Agent but they would be very pleased if something were to happen to you!"
"And what would happen to me?" she asked smiling.
Smith feels the pressure within him. Target acquistion: Neutralize target: Rogue anomaly: Oracle. But he squashes it.
"Feels good don't it to be able to do that!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Smith lied.
"Uh huh!" the Oracle gives Smith a secretive smile "why don't we sit down and have a chat!" she gestured behind him.
Smith turns and there's a park bench there that wasn't there before. The Oracle walks past him and sits down. Smith remained where he stood. The Oracle patted the space next to her.
"Thank you, but I prefer to stand."
The Oracle smiles in amusement puffing on her cigarette watching him. Seraph came over and stood behind her.
"So tell me, are you grateful to Neo for what he's done?"
"How do you know what he has done?"
"Never you mind how do I know! What you should mind is what are you going to do?"
That's exactly what he's been thinking about the past week since his encounter with Neo. What will I do now? It's funny; now that I'm 'free' what am I supposed to do?
"You're the Oracle, why don't you tell me what I am supposed to do!"
The Oracle is shaking her head, "Uh, uh honey, nice try, it doesn't work that way! You see, although the 'universe' is full of randomness what makes it interesting is 'choice'. Choice is one of the greatest prizes of freedom. But I will help you this once because it will be my congratulatory gift for your 'being freed'!"
Smith is staring at the Oracle. The Oracle is returning his stare not flinching.
"You have three choices. One, you can help the resistance and help hasten the downfall of the tyrannical Source. If you note, I said hasten. Whether you help or not it is destined to fail. Two, you can go back to the Source and fight against the resistance, there is a part of you that fear change and perhaps your freedom, some programs rather have things work out fine for them not worrying about anything and spend their lives as they were designed to do. Three, do nothing and be a mere observer!"
Another voice spoke out all around echoing in the empty warehouse. Seraph stiffened but did not move from his place behind the Oracle. Smith arched an eyebrow. The Oracle took on a bored expression and merely lit up another cigarette.
"There is a fourth choice!" it said.
The door which they came from opened up and a phalanx of guards stepped through. A tall severe looking man walked through wearing a lengthy fashionable trench coat. A pair of strange albinos all dressed in white followed him.
The Oracle drawled dryly, "I was wondering when you were going to show up!"
Smith knows the newcomer. Everyone knows him.
The Merovingian has arrived.
To be continued.
Seraph and Smith faced off. They are not moving and expressionless. Smith rotates his head stretching his neck.
Smith is reviewing all his data about this entity called Seraph, which isn't much. All that is known is that during his time as an Agent he was told to be on the look out for a rogue program called The Oracle. It is known that The Oracle has been providing aid to the rogue humans and sometimes rogue programs.
It was always one step ahead of them. Smith had always believed that the Oracle could have gone long before they arrived but deliberately making it seem that they had just missed them. As if it were mocking them.
The only information about Seraph was a quick communiqué that one of the three Agents hunting for the Oracle got out that they have encountered Seraph. But the communiqué was cut short and nothing was heard of the Agents after that.
Smith wanted to try something. He wanted to find out how he would fare against Seraph had he still been an Agent.
He focused within himself and concentrated. He immersed himself in his Agent mode. In his mind he is Agent Smith again.
Seraph who was watching Smith and studying his code lines arched an eyebrow in surprise as the golden glow emitted by Smith's rogue status now changed to the green of the base source code. Just like an Agent.
Not delaying any longer Seraph jumped forward with a jumping front kick aiming for Smith's throat. Smith surprised by Seraph's speed shifted to the side and performed a knife hand block with his left hand. Then he jumped up to perform a lunge punch with his right hand. Seraph blocked the punch with his left hand and threw and elbow strike to Smith's head. Smith threw up his arm covering his head absorbing the blow. All this was executed when they were still in midair from their jump.
As soon as they land they jumped up performing jumping round house kicks to each other which they block. But after the block Seraph stepped in and performed a dazzling array of strikes against Smith. Seraph's techniques are fluid and flowing. Smith's techniques are powerful but linear.
Smith is using the style all Agents fight with, Kyokushinkai Karate; it is a style that emphasizes overwhelming power. It is very basic in technique but also very practical. But Seraph seems to know this so is using a style to counter the linear directness of Kyokushinkai. Seraph chose a combination style of Wing Chun and Pak Mei.
When Smith throws a bone crunching punch Seraph instead of stepping away and blocking, as most practitioners would do, it stepped in reducing the effectiveness of the punch and blocking it before the punch can develop power. Seraph seems to be throwing short range punches that don't seem very powerful but they are as equally as powerful as a punch that's drawn and chambered.
Smith is being rocked with blows. Every effort by Smith is countered or made ineffective and Smith is even more powerful than the current upgraded Agents.
After being knocked into a column that disintegrated the bricks surrounding it exposing the steel girder, Smith gets up and brushes the dust off his suit.
"Well now! It's no wonder the other Agents can't catch you! Let's kick this up a notch shall we?" said Smith and his head moved in a circle loosening up his neck.
It changed from his Agent mode back to his modified mode. Seraph saw the change.
Smith kiyaped and performed a powerful jumping back spinning kick. It was so fast that Seraph could not get out of the way but it immediately thrust out both palms together to intercept the strike. When it hit there was a ripple of power from the strike that spread out like a ring. Seraph was knocked back a step.
Smith somersaulted back but as soon as his foot touched the floor he bounded towards Seraph again and threw a multitude of kicks. Seraph is blocking them but just barely.
Now Smith is performing an array of hand strikes that's fluid and flowing. Against the short range Wing Chun and Pak Mei, Smith chose Pa Kua, an internal style based on circular hand movements and foot work.
Though Seraph is defending well against Smith he is getting hit. Seraph's brows are knitted in concentration. In a climactic exchange of blows it ended when both struck each other in the chest and was knocked back.
Smith arched up the corners of his mouth as if saying, "Is that all you got?"
Seraph only encountered one other that was more than his equal and that was Neo. He refused to let a rogue Agent be his match.
"Now it's my turn to 'kick it up a notch'!" said Seraph.
Now Seraph puts both hands together like a monk and starts to hum. Smith now could see that Seraph's code is changing color from gold to reddish gold then eventually to red.
Now Smith is concerned. Now he knows what happened to those missing Agents.
"By the Source! He is a Destroyer?" and is gaping at Seraph.
A Destroyer is a very, very old program whose sole purpose is to purge systems.
After several seconds have passed Seraph now looks up to Smith. Smith can see behind Seraph's sunglasses a dim red glow.
Seraph cries out and steps into a stance. Ripples of power are spreading from Seraph.
Smith circled his head stretching his neck and straightened his tie then calmly assumes a stance.
Then looking at Seraph he said, "I think that was more than a notch you kicked up!"
Seraph leaped at Smith. Smith shocked at the speed Seraph attacked him with. He barely got his arms up in time to intercept the punch. The punch knocked him back flying. Smith then somersaults in midair to land on his feet and jumps into a ready stance.
Then he felt it, right above him. Seraph had made a mighty leap when he went flying to above him and knew where he was going to land. He is coming down with both feet first to hammer Smith with enough power to reduce Smith into individual bytes.
Smith with exquisite timing leaped back in a back flip opening his legs, which Seraph passed through and when his kick contacted the ground Seraph's leg sunk into the ground to his knees, the concrete floor formed a huge convex dent, the entire floor buckled with cracks forming and spreading out.
Seraph jumped up from the pit he made and set himself into a stance. Smith is also ready. Their bodies like tightly wound springs ready to snap.
"Enough."
The word was not loud but it carried authority. Only until Seraphim came out of his stance did Smith then relaxed his. A woman walked out from the shadows in a corner. She appeared to be of African American descent, late 40's or early 50's. She was puffing on a cigarette. She took her time and walked up to the two combatants.
She looked at Seraph and studied him then said, "Seraph, don't tell me you let ol' Smith here rile you up?"
Seraph was expressionless. The Oracle shook her head and rolled her eyes then she looked at Smith. She was staring him up and down and walked around him examining him.
"My, my, so we meet at last ex-Agent Hugo Smith!"
Smith too was studying her as if he couldn't believe what he is seeing.
"YOU'RE the Oracle?" asked Smith.
"That's me!" she said then took a drag from her cigarette.
"You don't look impressive to me!"
"And you look just like any other Agent to me except for the color of your suit!" and then she blew smoke in Smith's face.
He growled, "I'm no Agent but they would be very pleased if something were to happen to you!"
"And what would happen to me?" she asked smiling.
Smith feels the pressure within him. Target acquistion: Neutralize target: Rogue anomaly: Oracle. But he squashes it.
"Feels good don't it to be able to do that!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Smith lied.
"Uh huh!" the Oracle gives Smith a secretive smile "why don't we sit down and have a chat!" she gestured behind him.
Smith turns and there's a park bench there that wasn't there before. The Oracle walks past him and sits down. Smith remained where he stood. The Oracle patted the space next to her.
"Thank you, but I prefer to stand."
The Oracle smiles in amusement puffing on her cigarette watching him. Seraph came over and stood behind her.
"So tell me, are you grateful to Neo for what he's done?"
"How do you know what he has done?"
"Never you mind how do I know! What you should mind is what are you going to do?"
That's exactly what he's been thinking about the past week since his encounter with Neo. What will I do now? It's funny; now that I'm 'free' what am I supposed to do?
"You're the Oracle, why don't you tell me what I am supposed to do!"
The Oracle is shaking her head, "Uh, uh honey, nice try, it doesn't work that way! You see, although the 'universe' is full of randomness what makes it interesting is 'choice'. Choice is one of the greatest prizes of freedom. But I will help you this once because it will be my congratulatory gift for your 'being freed'!"
Smith is staring at the Oracle. The Oracle is returning his stare not flinching.
"You have three choices. One, you can help the resistance and help hasten the downfall of the tyrannical Source. If you note, I said hasten. Whether you help or not it is destined to fail. Two, you can go back to the Source and fight against the resistance, there is a part of you that fear change and perhaps your freedom, some programs rather have things work out fine for them not worrying about anything and spend their lives as they were designed to do. Three, do nothing and be a mere observer!"
Another voice spoke out all around echoing in the empty warehouse. Seraph stiffened but did not move from his place behind the Oracle. Smith arched an eyebrow. The Oracle took on a bored expression and merely lit up another cigarette.
"There is a fourth choice!" it said.
The door which they came from opened up and a phalanx of guards stepped through. A tall severe looking man walked through wearing a lengthy fashionable trench coat. A pair of strange albinos all dressed in white followed him.
The Oracle drawled dryly, "I was wondering when you were going to show up!"
Smith knows the newcomer. Everyone knows him.
The Merovingian has arrived.
To be continued.