The Matrix: Reverberations
Disclaimer: I did not create the Matrix. However. It is a
marvelous place to visit! See the monumental skyscrapers!
See the majestic Agents...
(an Agent once bit my sister. It's true. She was carving
her initials in the side of the Agent with...)
(we apologize for the fault in the disclaimer and would
like to notify the reader that those responsible have been
sacked.)
(mind you Agent bites can be very painful...)
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-Part 11-
Agent Smith permitted himself a sigh as Agent Johnson returned home from a day at the office, so to speak, and gave him a hug.
"It's not the same anymore," Johnson admitted, dropping his gun on the table.
Smith could tell it had been fired recently.
"They wanted me to shoot a kid," Johnson said "A month ago, I'd have done it, no questions asked. But today, I kept thinking about that kid you're carrying. And I felt like if I were to shoot that kid I was chasing, it would be no different than shooting your kid, and that's just something I couldn't do."
"I made supper," Smith told him.
"We don't need to eat," Johnson reminded him, gently.
Tears ran down Smith's face. "I'm sorry," he brushed them away. "I don't know what I was thinking. Oh, God, what am I crying for? I must look dreadful."
Johnson rocked Smith, gently, as he searched through his mental database, trying to find out what the humans did in situations like this.
"Hey," he finally said, after he'd found a suitable fix for the situation. "I'm sure dinner is delicious. And just because we don't need to eat doesn't mean we can't."
He reached up and dried Smith's tears. "You're not weak. You're pregnancy is unique and the programming within you that was created by the Mainframe is determining emotional responses based on the only data it has on pregnancy, which is based on women. That's why you're getting all emotional."
"Does the Mainframe know you didn't kill that kid?" Smith asked.
"It knows that I failed," Johnson nodded. "But I don't think it realizes I wasn't even trying."
(tbc...)
Agent Smith permitted himself a sigh as Agent Johnson returned home from a day at the office, so to speak, and gave him a hug.
"It's not the same anymore," Johnson admitted, dropping his gun on the table.
Smith could tell it had been fired recently.
"They wanted me to shoot a kid," Johnson said "A month ago, I'd have done it, no questions asked. But today, I kept thinking about that kid you're carrying. And I felt like if I were to shoot that kid I was chasing, it would be no different than shooting your kid, and that's just something I couldn't do."
"I made supper," Smith told him.
"We don't need to eat," Johnson reminded him, gently.
Tears ran down Smith's face. "I'm sorry," he brushed them away. "I don't know what I was thinking. Oh, God, what am I crying for? I must look dreadful."
Johnson rocked Smith, gently, as he searched through his mental database, trying to find out what the humans did in situations like this.
"Hey," he finally said, after he'd found a suitable fix for the situation. "I'm sure dinner is delicious. And just because we don't need to eat doesn't mean we can't."
He reached up and dried Smith's tears. "You're not weak. You're pregnancy is unique and the programming within you that was created by the Mainframe is determining emotional responses based on the only data it has on pregnancy, which is based on women. That's why you're getting all emotional."
"Does the Mainframe know you didn't kill that kid?" Smith asked.
"It knows that I failed," Johnson nodded. "But I don't think it realizes I wasn't even trying."
(tbc...)