The End of the Beginning
Chapter Three
Summary: The end of The Matrix through the rest of the series from Agent Smith's point of view.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
alocin: Thakies!!! You are correct there can never be too much Smith fic! Never!
Voice Of Reason 2: Thankies!!! And you're right I am the author. The power rests with me, muahhahaha!!!*coughs* sorry, anyways thank you.
A/N: Smith might be a little out of character this chapter but read it anyway. Our favorite Agent will be back to his sadistic, sarcastic self very soon.
This story is dedicated to the victims of September 11, their families, and the heroes who died trying save them. God bless them.
Disclaim: I know that I didn't put this up last chapter but I still do not own any of this. So please don't sue me.
When Smith regained consciousness he was in a room. It was a strange room, if it was a room, the Matrix Code drizzled down the walls and moved across the floor and ceiling. Smith himself felt strange, he was dressed in full uniform, but something did not seem right, like something was missing. He looked around for a door. Nothing. The Agent looked around at the floor, ceiling, and walls again.
Where the hell am I? thought Smith.
Suddenly out of the code, a door appeared. Smith stared at it for a moment, one eyebrow raised. Smith hesitated for a moment and walked towards the door. This might be his only chance to get out of this weird place. He grabbed the handle and twisted it. Locked.
" Great. Just wonderful." Said the Agent, clearly annoyed.
Then, like the door, a key appeared out of the code on the wall. Smith slowly reached out for the key and tool it from the wall. The Agent placed the key in the keyhole. He heard the lock slide and turned the door handle. Shutting the door behind him, Smith walked into a white, oval-shaped white room lined with television screens.
" Agent Smith."
The Agent turned to face the person who called his name. His caller was an old white man with white hair, a white suit with the slightest gray twinge, and a white goatee. He was sitting in a white office chair. Some humans would have said he looked like KFC's Colonel.
" Who are you?" asked Smith, staring at the man.
" I am The Architect and you are left with a choice, Agent Smith.," said the man.
" A choice? What for? Smith asked the Architect. What the hell was going on?
"You had a project, to destroy the rebel Neo. You failed and the Matrix has no need for a failed program. But you are left with a choice. You can go through this door," The Architect motioned to the door on Smith's right " and become an exile, no longer an Agent, just an obsolete program with no purpose. Or," he said " you can go through the other door" he motioned to the door Smith came in through " to The Source and be deleted. The choice is yours."
What an idiot. Does this Architect actually think I will choose deletion? Smith thought.
Smith sneered at The Architect and strode towards the door on his right.
"And remember," said The Architect and Smith paused, his hand on the doorknob "after this there is no going back."
Smith gave The Architect a fleeting look walked out the door. And into exile.
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AgentofDeception
Chapter Three
Summary: The end of The Matrix through the rest of the series from Agent Smith's point of view.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
alocin: Thakies!!! You are correct there can never be too much Smith fic! Never!
Voice Of Reason 2: Thankies!!! And you're right I am the author. The power rests with me, muahhahaha!!!*coughs* sorry, anyways thank you.
A/N: Smith might be a little out of character this chapter but read it anyway. Our favorite Agent will be back to his sadistic, sarcastic self very soon.
This story is dedicated to the victims of September 11, their families, and the heroes who died trying save them. God bless them.
Disclaim: I know that I didn't put this up last chapter but I still do not own any of this. So please don't sue me.
When Smith regained consciousness he was in a room. It was a strange room, if it was a room, the Matrix Code drizzled down the walls and moved across the floor and ceiling. Smith himself felt strange, he was dressed in full uniform, but something did not seem right, like something was missing. He looked around for a door. Nothing. The Agent looked around at the floor, ceiling, and walls again.
Where the hell am I? thought Smith.
Suddenly out of the code, a door appeared. Smith stared at it for a moment, one eyebrow raised. Smith hesitated for a moment and walked towards the door. This might be his only chance to get out of this weird place. He grabbed the handle and twisted it. Locked.
" Great. Just wonderful." Said the Agent, clearly annoyed.
Then, like the door, a key appeared out of the code on the wall. Smith slowly reached out for the key and tool it from the wall. The Agent placed the key in the keyhole. He heard the lock slide and turned the door handle. Shutting the door behind him, Smith walked into a white, oval-shaped white room lined with television screens.
" Agent Smith."
The Agent turned to face the person who called his name. His caller was an old white man with white hair, a white suit with the slightest gray twinge, and a white goatee. He was sitting in a white office chair. Some humans would have said he looked like KFC's Colonel.
" Who are you?" asked Smith, staring at the man.
" I am The Architect and you are left with a choice, Agent Smith.," said the man.
" A choice? What for? Smith asked the Architect. What the hell was going on?
"You had a project, to destroy the rebel Neo. You failed and the Matrix has no need for a failed program. But you are left with a choice. You can go through this door," The Architect motioned to the door on Smith's right " and become an exile, no longer an Agent, just an obsolete program with no purpose. Or," he said " you can go through the other door" he motioned to the door Smith came in through " to The Source and be deleted. The choice is yours."
What an idiot. Does this Architect actually think I will choose deletion? Smith thought.
Smith sneered at The Architect and strode towards the door on his right.
"And remember," said The Architect and Smith paused, his hand on the doorknob "after this there is no going back."
Smith gave The Architect a fleeting look walked out the door. And into exile.
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AgentofDeception