This fic seems to have a lot POV for each character, I have tried to make it quite accurate, but I had to kind of imagine what Agent Brown would be thinking, as he doesn't really say all that much in the film compared to Smith. But from what I could tell, he doesn't really like Smith, and doesn't hate Neo more than any other rebel. So here it goes!!









The Source



for the first time since he had arrived in this... place, Neo felt worried. If an Agent, who had practically no emotion, could get so angry about being here, then it probably wasn't a good place to be. He looked towards Agent Brown. "What happens?" he demanded a little more forcefully. Agent Brown shook his head slightly, sighed and relaxed his hands.

"I am not entirely sure why I should be passing this information on, to a *rebel* " Brown said turning to Neo. "But I suppose that it doesn't matter now anyway." Neo frowned.

"Most programs at work in the Matrix that you can see, such as the Agents, are split into two main parts; the residual image, and the main program itself. Humans in the Matrix are also split in a similar way, except they have an extra component. They have their biological body, their residual self-image, and their mind, which functions in the same way as our main program.

Agents can transfer their programming to different residual images, and temporally over-ride the humans original program, or what you would call mind. Which is how you see us move from body to body"

Brown paused a second and looked thoughtful.

"Agent Smith has somehow managed to not only take control of the humans residual image, but has managed to reprogram the mind to be a copy of his own programming."

"But that doesn't make any sense, if that's what Smith is doing then technically we wouldn't be ourselves now, we would be Smiths" Intercepted Neo

Brown looked put out. "That *is* what he is doing Mr Anderson."

Neo sighed, why did Agents insist on calling him that? At least Agent Brown didn't drag it out and accent every syllable like Smith did.

"Smith just cannot overwrite a person's original programming instantly, he extracts it, sends in here, to part of the source, than hacks it and reprograms it. The process takes time."

'Shit.' Thought Neo "How long does it take?"

Brown quickly calculated the approximate times "Human minds don't take to reprogramming naturally, it varies. For normal plugged humans about 4 hours, unplugged; 6 hours, Programs; 8 hours, and someone like you? About 7."

Neo looked at his watch, neon green figures, glowed; '21:45' Neo couldn't believe that they had come into the Matrix at 6.30. He had 3 hours and 45 minutes left.

Neo stared blankly at the numbers eerie glow. He'd always assumed that when it was going to end, it would be in a big fight trying to save someone, or end the war, or free everyone from the Matrix. Not like this, away from Trinity and the crew, completely alone apart from an Agent!

He thought that when he died it would have been for a purpose. Neo was realistic; he hadn't expected to live a very long life, even though he had always wanted to start a family with Trinity. He knew that by entering the Matrix almost every day you took risks, but you took them for a reason, for a purpose, you risked dying to help someone else, for other people to live. Being overwritten into a copy of Agent Smith, while your friends didn't have the slightest idea what was going on, not even the woman you loved, wasn't helping anyone, it had no purpose.



The Neb- Mess room



Smith looked down at this *food* with disapproval why did humans eat this stuff? He questioned his programming Food: - What is fed upon; that which goes to support life by being received within, and assimilated by, the organism of an animal or a plant; nutriment; aliment; especially, what is eaten by animals for nourishment.

Smith checked his watch, he would have to be careful what he said, it was vital to his plan that the crew didn't become suspicious, and even he realised the differential usage of vocabulary between the Agents and the Rebels, he would have to try to be more... informal. At this time, there could be no mistakes.

"Morpheus, I thought that I should inform you that I have organised the transfer of the survivor from the Helios, to our ship, as Captain Nairobi's ship doesn't have the satisfactory amount of accommodation" 'Neo' stated confidently

Both Link and Trinity stopped eating midway and stared at him.

Smith shifted uncomfortably, was that not informal enough? He hadn't called Morpheus captain.

Morpheus frowned. "Neo, you why didn't you confirm with me first? You know that Bane is under investigation for sabotage."

Smith fumbled for an excuse. A quick, simple, valid, informal, Anderson- worthy excuse. "I, well. You were busy, and I thought, well, we have satisfactory accommodation, and Bane is in a coma, so he couldn't, well he shouldn't..."

Morpheus laughed, and got up to leave "It's all right Neo, just check with me next time ok?"

'Neo' cast his eyes down "Yes. I won't make the same mistake again." he said quietly

"Are you alright Neo?" Trinity questioned softly "you haven't touched your *yummy* single-cell protein"

"Yes I am fine" 'Neo' said flatly "I'm just not hungry"

Smith got up and left the Mess room. The problem was that he *was* hungry. This body was always; hungry, thirsty, hot, cold, tried, always wanting something, always demanding. Was that a human's only purpose? The extra emotions didn't help either. Being in Andersons body, he always felt odd around Trinity, especially when they had kissed.

The kissing was probably the biggest shock to him. Agents didn't have feelings towards any other organisms other that mild dislike, or in Smiths case hate. They *certainly* didn't kiss anyone, they didn't even know how. Luckily for Smith, Anderson's body had known what to do, although it wasn't an experience he was sure he was quite ready to repeat.

God, Smith was glad he wasn't human.







Thanks to my reviewers so far (you guys are the best!!) and FF.net for their Agent Smith-worthy definition of food!!