ONCE UPON A DREAM
Chapter Four: The Scent of A Woman
Author's note: This Chapter, in case you're just joining us, is written from Agent Smith's POV. So if it's not good, you can blame it on the fact that I have never written from this point of view before. So now that I have an appropriate excuse, let us proceed.
I never thought that I would save anyone. Damnit all to Hell. What's happening to me? This is a human . . . well an android. . . . which is half human. I hate them, all of them. And yet, here I am, this woman in my arms, taking her away from those useless drones, keeping her safe. I look down at her only once, feeling something that I have never felt before. She makes me feel strangely warm, I believe that humans refer to this as 'blush". I never understood it, and I am still in the dark as to why I am able to feel it. But it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be rid of her soon. She has become my bargaining chip, with her I can lure countless of those Agent fools into a trap, getting close enough to them to turn them into copies.
However, my mind tells me that I will not do this. That I cannot. I search for a reason for this, and find nothing but useless emotions. These are the weakness of a sentient program I suppose. I am powerless to control this feeling, this pang of desire that I feel whenever I look at her. I take her to the building that houses my copies and I. On the top floor of this four storey apartment-like structure, there is a room with a narrow bed. I, myself, not requiring sleep, I lay her on it. I pull up a metal chair and sit by her side, looking at the wall in front of me. I have no idea what I'm going to tell her. I don't even know what she'll be like when she awakens, if she indeed does awaken. I'm not even sure if she will. I wish that I knew what had happened to her.
I look at her again. Finally actually look at her. She is, from what I understand of the definition of the word, beautiful. Her eyes, when opened, are jade in colour, now closed gently in sleep. Her mouth serious. Her straight blond hair, cut shoulder length, hangs down over half of her face. Her body is sleek and lithe, her muscles wiry, stretched tightly over her bones. She is built like a fighter, even like . . . an Agent. Then I remind myself that there were no female Agents created, not one in the entire history of the Matrix. I never did figure out why, not that it mattered. She stirs and turns away from me. I sit back and think how I can use her.
I can still smell her on my suit, even after I've left the room. . . . God she smell's good. Not like a human. . . . her scent will haunt me. . . I know it.
End Chapter Six: Wow . . . Long chapter eh? Sorry about that folks, but like I said. I don't like writing in first person, present tense, sooooo . . . . . I gave up. Ha ha ha ha ha, Anyway. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. . . . And you will finally get that mad, child-like taunting that I told you about. ^_^
Until Next Time Rae-chan says . . . . ADIEU ! ! ! !
Chapter Four: The Scent of A Woman
Author's note: This Chapter, in case you're just joining us, is written from Agent Smith's POV. So if it's not good, you can blame it on the fact that I have never written from this point of view before. So now that I have an appropriate excuse, let us proceed.
I never thought that I would save anyone. Damnit all to Hell. What's happening to me? This is a human . . . well an android. . . . which is half human. I hate them, all of them. And yet, here I am, this woman in my arms, taking her away from those useless drones, keeping her safe. I look down at her only once, feeling something that I have never felt before. She makes me feel strangely warm, I believe that humans refer to this as 'blush". I never understood it, and I am still in the dark as to why I am able to feel it. But it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be rid of her soon. She has become my bargaining chip, with her I can lure countless of those Agent fools into a trap, getting close enough to them to turn them into copies.
However, my mind tells me that I will not do this. That I cannot. I search for a reason for this, and find nothing but useless emotions. These are the weakness of a sentient program I suppose. I am powerless to control this feeling, this pang of desire that I feel whenever I look at her. I take her to the building that houses my copies and I. On the top floor of this four storey apartment-like structure, there is a room with a narrow bed. I, myself, not requiring sleep, I lay her on it. I pull up a metal chair and sit by her side, looking at the wall in front of me. I have no idea what I'm going to tell her. I don't even know what she'll be like when she awakens, if she indeed does awaken. I'm not even sure if she will. I wish that I knew what had happened to her.
I look at her again. Finally actually look at her. She is, from what I understand of the definition of the word, beautiful. Her eyes, when opened, are jade in colour, now closed gently in sleep. Her mouth serious. Her straight blond hair, cut shoulder length, hangs down over half of her face. Her body is sleek and lithe, her muscles wiry, stretched tightly over her bones. She is built like a fighter, even like . . . an Agent. Then I remind myself that there were no female Agents created, not one in the entire history of the Matrix. I never did figure out why, not that it mattered. She stirs and turns away from me. I sit back and think how I can use her.
I can still smell her on my suit, even after I've left the room. . . . God she smell's good. Not like a human. . . . her scent will haunt me. . . I know it.
End Chapter Six: Wow . . . Long chapter eh? Sorry about that folks, but like I said. I don't like writing in first person, present tense, sooooo . . . . . I gave up. Ha ha ha ha ha, Anyway. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. . . . And you will finally get that mad, child-like taunting that I told you about. ^_^
Until Next Time Rae-chan says . . . . ADIEU ! ! ! !