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 13-
"You awake?" Neo's voice invaded the darkness, though Agent Johnson had no idea how long it had been since the bullet had struck him.
Agent Johnson risked opening his eyes. He was in a bedroom, resting comfortably. The bullet had been removed and his wounds had been seen to.
"I did the best I could," Neo told him. "But I was only able to improve your condition to the point of being comparable to a human beings. I'm afraid your Agent days are over."
Johnson nodded. "I'd guessed as much." he admitted. "He loves you, you know."
"Who does?" Neo quirked an eyebrow.
"Smith," Johnson winced as he climbed out of bed.
Neo laughed.
"I've been watching him since I moved him into my place. I see the way his eyes light up whenever you're mentioned. The way he practically devours every piece of news he can find about you," Johnson hobbled over to the sofa and sat down, gingerly, upon it.
"My leg," he complained.
"You got hit in the back of the knee just after that first bullet severed your spine." Neo explained. "I didn't think you should spend your life paralyzed, but I certainly don't intend to make things too easy for you."
"A wise decision," Johnson smiled.
"So, now that you're not an Agent any longer, what are your plans?"
Johnson considered. "I think I'll go into politics," he told Neo. "Smith wants peace between the Agents and Man. I want to achieve that for him."
(tbc...)
"You awake?" Neo's voice invaded the darkness, though Agent Johnson had no idea how long it had been since the bullet had struck him.
Agent Johnson risked opening his eyes. He was in a bedroom, resting comfortably. The bullet had been removed and his wounds had been seen to.
"I did the best I could," Neo told him. "But I was only able to improve your condition to the point of being comparable to a human beings. I'm afraid your Agent days are over."
Johnson nodded. "I'd guessed as much." he admitted. "He loves you, you know."
"Who does?" Neo quirked an eyebrow.
"Smith," Johnson winced as he climbed out of bed.
Neo laughed.
"I've been watching him since I moved him into my place. I see the way his eyes light up whenever you're mentioned. The way he practically devours every piece of news he can find about you," Johnson hobbled over to the sofa and sat down, gingerly, upon it.
"My leg," he complained.
"You got hit in the back of the knee just after that first bullet severed your spine." Neo explained. "I didn't think you should spend your life paralyzed, but I certainly don't intend to make things too easy for you."
"A wise decision," Johnson smiled.
"So, now that you're not an Agent any longer, what are your plans?"
Johnson considered. "I think I'll go into politics," he told Neo. "Smith wants peace between the Agents and Man. I want to achieve that for him."
(tbc...)