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He looked into her eyes. They held something that he saw in a female's eyes before. They seemed to hold something more than idle curiosity of him and the other agents. Through the years he found that the humans held Agents with curiosity or 'suits' as they where nicknamed. But he began to notice that they looked a little deeper, almost with what he would call a hunger. He walked by her and returned to headquarters.
Agent Smith wanted to understand this reaction and find out if there was an advantage he could use with it. He was going to get his opportunity when Agent Jones and Brown brought in a potential that the rebels were attempting to free. Her name is Ms. Samantha Parker. He uploaded some information on human sexuality. It appeared that she was attractive by human standards on a physical level. She sat in the chair provided and remained very quiet with guilt running through her. Asking her the regular questions was quite pointless for she the rebels would have told her not to trust agents.
He began the interrogation, of sorts. "Tell me Ms. Parker, what do you want to know about the Matrix?"
Agent Jones and Brown looked at him in unison, giving questioning looks as to where this question came from. "That question is not part of protocol. She has information about he rebels." Jones spoke up. Brown waited for an answer.
"She has no more information than any other potential and she knows too much to scare into helping us." He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him. "I assume you are only in your early twenties? You must be very curious as to why you have not been killed. That is a function of an Agents programming, we eliminate or delete anyone or any program that is a hazard to the security of the Matrix. Yes, Ms. Parker there are other programs that have intelligence and purpose that make up the world that you now live in. I will give you what has been given to very few humans, knowledge of the Matrix and how it was created."
Samantha sat there staring into the face of the man she feared so much and questioned whether or not to ask a question or remain silent. No more than an hour ago she was so close to the answer that she was searching for, for over a year. And now it seemed that she would get the answer here amongst those that she was taught to fear and run from. "What is it that I have to do in return? Nothing is free."
Agent Smith waited for her to send out a signal of interest and she took the bait. "Answer a few questions. Don't worry I have no intentions in harming you, if that is what you are concerned about." He motioned for Jones and Brown to leave the room. Brown left the room without question but Jones hesitated curious about what Smith was going to do to this female.
"It is just the two of us. Now what questions do you have? Let me guess. What is the Matrix?"
She nodded, waiting for an answer. Agent Smith got out of his seat and stood. "The Matrix is a world created for humans to live and grow as they saw fit. The version that you live in is the sixth one to date. Everything you see around you is a fabrication of what you call reality." He walked around the table to stand behind her. "Humans and machines live together in this fabrication to allow you to live in a world that you could understand and live in. Every building, sunset, meal and breath of air is nothing more than programmed information sent to your brain to convince you of this reality."
He paused for a moment to let her take all this information in and eventually question it. It was in her nature to do so. Samantha looked back at him surprised by his close proximity to her. "That can't be true. You're just as human as I am." She saw him smile at that. He took her hand and placed a gun into it and aimed it directly at his gut.
"There is no way you can miss me. Go ahead pull the trigger, I assure you, you will not harm me in any way."
Samantha refused. He took her hand and forced her finger to pull the trigger. His image disappeared and an old man appeared in tattered clothes and fell to the floor. She screamed, dropping the gun and made and attempt to leave the room only to find that the door was locked. "Let me out!!"
The door opened and Agent Smith walked into it with Agent Brown who removed the body. Samantha and Agent Smith were alone once again. He looked into her eyes are saw what so many held before her, realization. "So it's true. All that you said. Who was that old man?"
"He was what you know as a bum, a beggar. Agents are able to enter the bodies of humans when needed."
"Then why didn't you do that with me?"
"The rebels did not use their links, cell phones to contact their ship outside the Matirx, nor did they place a link to leave the Matrix through a phone line. So there was no way for the Agents to realize your location. We've been tracking you and recognized when the rebels made contact with you. The rebels wish to free you from the Matrix."
"Why is that a hazard for you?"
Agent Smith walked behind her again. "Because, you are the power that makes my existence possible." His hands where now on her shoulders and she tensed beneath them. His hands remained there for a moment not placing any pressure to her shoulders. He waited for her to question but she remained silent. "Every human except the rebels is connected to the system that uses the power that is generated from the human body to power all the machines. This world was created for you to live in to do with as you please." He pulled her up to a standing position and whispered into her ear. "Tell me Samantha, what do you want? What is it that you desire?" His hands moved around her waist holding her to him as she stood. He could read that she was scared and tense.
"Reality."
He whispered into her ear again. "Reality is very harsh Samantha. You will never have what you can have here. There are no trees, fresh air or sunshine outside the Matrix. It is real but far more real than you can understand or ever want to." He loaded a program into her to give her imagery of what it was like outside of the Matrix.
She saw images of decay, and of ruin. There was total destruction of the landscape and she felt cold all of a sudden. A tear fell down her cheek. Samantha did all that she could to get rid of the images that now startle her. She focused on the room and the warmth that was radiating from the agent behind her. Then all the fear seemed to dissipate in his embrace. He could feel him and hear him.
"The rebels would have brought you to that devastation, to that reality. Tell me, Samantha, where do you want to remain?" He pulled her closer to him and moved one of his hands between her legs and the other just below her breasts.
He could read the confliction in her mind as to what to do. Confusion was flooding her from the images she was given combined with the feelings that he was creating with his close proximity. She had that same look in her eyes that he saw countless times from other human females. "I don't know. I was told not to trust you."
"Have I harmed you in any way? No, you are unharmed. There is nothing that will be denied you if you remain here. Nothing." He whispered to her as his hand stroked between her legs in a gentle motion. His other hand cupped her left breast and gently squeezed it. She was startled and took in a breath of air.
It felt so good next to him, his breath in her ear, his hands on her. In her mind she knew that this was very wrong and she should break contact with him. The images of the devastation haunted her left her feeling so cold and alone. He was so warm and close. A tear fell down her cheek. "I want to remain here. I don't want that.it.no."
She leaned into his embrace that tightened around her. All she could feel was his hands on her. They where so gentle against her and made her feel so safe. He placed her on the table and studied her for a moment. The hand that was between her legs reached beneath her clothing to her now heated center. She reached up to pull herself against him with a hand around his neck. Her head rested upon his shoulder as he brought her to her height of climax. Another tear fell down her cheek. She looked into his eyes and began to cry with her hands covering her face.
Agents Jones and Brown where called into the room. "You have your orders. She has no useful information to offer."
Samantha turned to Agent Smith in disbelief. "No. You said that you wouldn't hurt me."
"Correction Ms. Parker. I said I have no interest in harming you. Although Agent Jones does."
Agent Jones aimed a gun to her head and fired. She fell to the ground and remained motionless.
Agent Smith learned a lot from this little experiment. Sexuality seemed to affect humans on a different level than he realized. Their minds seem to slow down and become distracted to the dangers that would otherwise seem very apparent. He looked down upon the lifeless corpse of Ms. Samantha Parker and pondered what reality she would have asked for.
He returned his attention to Agent Jones and Brown. "Once you dispose of her I'll need the latest reports on the rebel activity."
He looked into her eyes. They held something that he saw in a female's eyes before. They seemed to hold something more than idle curiosity of him and the other agents. Through the years he found that the humans held Agents with curiosity or 'suits' as they where nicknamed. But he began to notice that they looked a little deeper, almost with what he would call a hunger. He walked by her and returned to headquarters.
Agent Smith wanted to understand this reaction and find out if there was an advantage he could use with it. He was going to get his opportunity when Agent Jones and Brown brought in a potential that the rebels were attempting to free. Her name is Ms. Samantha Parker. He uploaded some information on human sexuality. It appeared that she was attractive by human standards on a physical level. She sat in the chair provided and remained very quiet with guilt running through her. Asking her the regular questions was quite pointless for she the rebels would have told her not to trust agents.
He began the interrogation, of sorts. "Tell me Ms. Parker, what do you want to know about the Matrix?"
Agent Jones and Brown looked at him in unison, giving questioning looks as to where this question came from. "That question is not part of protocol. She has information about he rebels." Jones spoke up. Brown waited for an answer.
"She has no more information than any other potential and she knows too much to scare into helping us." He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him. "I assume you are only in your early twenties? You must be very curious as to why you have not been killed. That is a function of an Agents programming, we eliminate or delete anyone or any program that is a hazard to the security of the Matrix. Yes, Ms. Parker there are other programs that have intelligence and purpose that make up the world that you now live in. I will give you what has been given to very few humans, knowledge of the Matrix and how it was created."
Samantha sat there staring into the face of the man she feared so much and questioned whether or not to ask a question or remain silent. No more than an hour ago she was so close to the answer that she was searching for, for over a year. And now it seemed that she would get the answer here amongst those that she was taught to fear and run from. "What is it that I have to do in return? Nothing is free."
Agent Smith waited for her to send out a signal of interest and she took the bait. "Answer a few questions. Don't worry I have no intentions in harming you, if that is what you are concerned about." He motioned for Jones and Brown to leave the room. Brown left the room without question but Jones hesitated curious about what Smith was going to do to this female.
"It is just the two of us. Now what questions do you have? Let me guess. What is the Matrix?"
She nodded, waiting for an answer. Agent Smith got out of his seat and stood. "The Matrix is a world created for humans to live and grow as they saw fit. The version that you live in is the sixth one to date. Everything you see around you is a fabrication of what you call reality." He walked around the table to stand behind her. "Humans and machines live together in this fabrication to allow you to live in a world that you could understand and live in. Every building, sunset, meal and breath of air is nothing more than programmed information sent to your brain to convince you of this reality."
He paused for a moment to let her take all this information in and eventually question it. It was in her nature to do so. Samantha looked back at him surprised by his close proximity to her. "That can't be true. You're just as human as I am." She saw him smile at that. He took her hand and placed a gun into it and aimed it directly at his gut.
"There is no way you can miss me. Go ahead pull the trigger, I assure you, you will not harm me in any way."
Samantha refused. He took her hand and forced her finger to pull the trigger. His image disappeared and an old man appeared in tattered clothes and fell to the floor. She screamed, dropping the gun and made and attempt to leave the room only to find that the door was locked. "Let me out!!"
The door opened and Agent Smith walked into it with Agent Brown who removed the body. Samantha and Agent Smith were alone once again. He looked into her eyes are saw what so many held before her, realization. "So it's true. All that you said. Who was that old man?"
"He was what you know as a bum, a beggar. Agents are able to enter the bodies of humans when needed."
"Then why didn't you do that with me?"
"The rebels did not use their links, cell phones to contact their ship outside the Matirx, nor did they place a link to leave the Matrix through a phone line. So there was no way for the Agents to realize your location. We've been tracking you and recognized when the rebels made contact with you. The rebels wish to free you from the Matrix."
"Why is that a hazard for you?"
Agent Smith walked behind her again. "Because, you are the power that makes my existence possible." His hands where now on her shoulders and she tensed beneath them. His hands remained there for a moment not placing any pressure to her shoulders. He waited for her to question but she remained silent. "Every human except the rebels is connected to the system that uses the power that is generated from the human body to power all the machines. This world was created for you to live in to do with as you please." He pulled her up to a standing position and whispered into her ear. "Tell me Samantha, what do you want? What is it that you desire?" His hands moved around her waist holding her to him as she stood. He could read that she was scared and tense.
"Reality."
He whispered into her ear again. "Reality is very harsh Samantha. You will never have what you can have here. There are no trees, fresh air or sunshine outside the Matrix. It is real but far more real than you can understand or ever want to." He loaded a program into her to give her imagery of what it was like outside of the Matrix.
She saw images of decay, and of ruin. There was total destruction of the landscape and she felt cold all of a sudden. A tear fell down her cheek. Samantha did all that she could to get rid of the images that now startle her. She focused on the room and the warmth that was radiating from the agent behind her. Then all the fear seemed to dissipate in his embrace. He could feel him and hear him.
"The rebels would have brought you to that devastation, to that reality. Tell me, Samantha, where do you want to remain?" He pulled her closer to him and moved one of his hands between her legs and the other just below her breasts.
He could read the confliction in her mind as to what to do. Confusion was flooding her from the images she was given combined with the feelings that he was creating with his close proximity. She had that same look in her eyes that he saw countless times from other human females. "I don't know. I was told not to trust you."
"Have I harmed you in any way? No, you are unharmed. There is nothing that will be denied you if you remain here. Nothing." He whispered to her as his hand stroked between her legs in a gentle motion. His other hand cupped her left breast and gently squeezed it. She was startled and took in a breath of air.
It felt so good next to him, his breath in her ear, his hands on her. In her mind she knew that this was very wrong and she should break contact with him. The images of the devastation haunted her left her feeling so cold and alone. He was so warm and close. A tear fell down her cheek. "I want to remain here. I don't want that.it.no."
She leaned into his embrace that tightened around her. All she could feel was his hands on her. They where so gentle against her and made her feel so safe. He placed her on the table and studied her for a moment. The hand that was between her legs reached beneath her clothing to her now heated center. She reached up to pull herself against him with a hand around his neck. Her head rested upon his shoulder as he brought her to her height of climax. Another tear fell down her cheek. She looked into his eyes and began to cry with her hands covering her face.
Agents Jones and Brown where called into the room. "You have your orders. She has no useful information to offer."
Samantha turned to Agent Smith in disbelief. "No. You said that you wouldn't hurt me."
"Correction Ms. Parker. I said I have no interest in harming you. Although Agent Jones does."
Agent Jones aimed a gun to her head and fired. She fell to the ground and remained motionless.
Agent Smith learned a lot from this little experiment. Sexuality seemed to affect humans on a different level than he realized. Their minds seem to slow down and become distracted to the dangers that would otherwise seem very apparent. He looked down upon the lifeless corpse of Ms. Samantha Parker and pondered what reality she would have asked for.
He returned his attention to Agent Jones and Brown. "Once you dispose of her I'll need the latest reports on the rebel activity."