The End of the Beginning
Chapter five
Disclaim: I own none of this. The Wachowski Bros. do. So please don't sue. All you would get is a few dollars and a bag of old chips anyways.
A/N: Thanks to all for their reviews! They really help me out and contribute a lot to the plot. Well anyways on with your regularly scheduled fanfic.
Voice Of Reason2: Thanks for reviewing like always!
Lee Jun Fan: Thank you for reviewing. Feel free to use the idea and if you use it tell me the name so I can drop in some time.
Aqua Phoenix1: Thanks for the review and complements!
Selina Enriquez: Thanks for the review and as for your suggestion, well, I'll think about it.
Also, my beta reader ltnikki: Thanks for your help on this chapter. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~
Two months later..
Former Agent Smith stood on his balcony and watched the virtual sunrise. He had taken up residence in an apartment in the city. The exile had no real reason to have an apartment, but he built one anyway. After all, he was free to do as he pleased now. He was free from the constraints of being an Agent, the rules, the boundaries. Although Smith did have some trouble letting go of the fact he was no longer an Agent, he had gotten used to it. Sort of.
The program left the balcony and walked into the apartment. He had work to do. Since his exile, Smith had been making a few changes. Mostly upgrades, but there were other changes as well. New fighting styles, like kung fu and ju jitsu, had been incorporated into his Agent fighting style. Smith had also updated his tracking system to where the ex-Agent could tell if a Resistance human entered the Matrix. Even though the tracking system was not advanced enough to tell him where the humans entered from, Smith was impressed with it.
The exile stepped into his office and seated himself in a leather desk chair. As he removed his sunglasses, Smith gazed around at his workspace. Smith liked the room; it was very much like his office back at headquarters. With gray carpet, a dark metal desk, and a black leather couch, the former Agent found it very comfortable place. Setting the shades on the desk, Smith opened a drawer and pulled out a laptop. Like the apartment and many things he owned, Smith didn't need the laptop. Instead of using it to search for information, he used it to hack into the Mainframe to get upgrades. It felt kind of good stealing from the center of the most highly guarded place in the Matrix and not getting caught.
Today's Mainframe program theft was to consist of finding and downloading (but not being infected by) a virus program that could enter a system and clone itself until it took over the system entirely. He hoped to use the virus on the Zion ships' mainframes. After entering the Matrix Mainframe database and typing in what he was looking for, the ex-Agent waited. After a few moments a window popped up. Seeing only one search result, Smith clicked the link. A drizzling of code ran down the console screen.
Having done this several times before, the former Agent placed his right hand on the monitor. Suddenly, he stiffened and the code ran down the pupils of his ice-blue eyes. Smith began to download the virus program into his system. The virus downloaded very quickly.
Download: 88% complete
" Just a little longer." he thought.
Unexpectedly, a window popped up, flashing " Warning. System malfunction. Warning. System malfunction." An impersonal computer voice also repeated the message.
"Oh, shit." thought Smith. He tried to pull his hand off the screen to break the connection, but it was glued to it.
"What the hell? I'm stuck. Yet the download continues."
Try as he must, the ex-Agent could not pull himself free of the screen.
Download: 95% complete
The computer continued to flash and speak the warning. Smith's pupils were still glazed with the drizzling code. He quickly put one hand on the laptop's keyboard to steady it and attempted to pull his hand free. No such luck.
Download: 98% complete
Now the computer voice sounded a new warning. " System crash in 15 seconds." And another window popped up.
00:15 seconds to system crash
The console screen began to heat up and a few sparks flew out of the back of the monitor. The exile's attempts to free himself became frantic. He seemed glued to his seat, almost paralyzed.
00:12 seconds to system crash
The green code still drizzled in the blacks and the Agent realized what went wrong.
"There must have been in the transfer from the Mainframe to me," he thought, " Now the virus is going to destroy the computer then.me."
Smith felt his hand sizzle from the heat of the screen. The exile winced and gritted his teeth.
" If this gets any worse I will be destroyed. Destroyed with my own weapon." Thought the former Agent.
Had he brought about his own destruction?
00:07 seconds to system crash
" Why do you struggle when there is no hope?" said a voice in his head " You are going to be destroyed. It is over."
"No, it isn't." Smith spoke through gritted teeth. The trapped exile
struggled while the computer emitted more sparks. He had to hurry.
Time was running out.
00:05 seconds to system crash
" There must be .some. way. There has to be." He thought. " Come on." Smith tried to stand, but failed. The Agent was paralyzed from the waist down.
00:04 seconds to system crash
Download: 99% complete
The monitor still held the drizzling code and the warning windows. A part of Smith kept telling him to give and let death take him. The former Agent ignored it and continued to fight the seemingly inevitable end. Smith winced as the screen continued to heat. The end was near.
00:03 seconds to system crash
The exile struggled against the laptop that threatened explosion. More sparks came form the back and Smith could smell smoke. His hand was scalding; he could feel the sweat boiling on the screen. Time was short.
00:02 seconds to system crash
"So this is how it's going to end?" he thought. But then a voice told him " It's not over yet."
Smith gave one final pull. Then he noticed the countdown.
00:01 seconds to system crash
"Oh, no." he said.
00:00 seconds to system crash
Download: 100% complete
The green code left his pupils, but it wasn't over yet. Smith's hand was still glued to the screen. More sparks and some smoke came from the console. Time seemed to slow down. In one moment, Smith and his chair were blown back to the wall. The exile hit the floor, his chair stayed standing. From his spot on the floor, he saw the computer explode, sending a shoot of flame to where Smith's head had been just moments before. The former Agent breathed a sigh of relief.
" It's over." He said with relief.
But it wasn't. As the ex-Agent began to stand, he fell back to the carpet in extreme pain. Every nerve seemed to be on fire. He began to crawl, slowly, painfully, out of the ruin of his office. Smith made it to the living room before he collapsed. His mouth open in a silent scream and blood trickling down his cheek from a cut on his forehead, the exile thought, " What is happening to me?"
His eyes glazed and the room began to slip out of focus.
" Breath, Smith, breath." He thought.
But his body would not comply and without air, the exile fell into the realm of unconsciousness.
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Like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review. Oh, also I'm trying to make my updates more regular, say every two weeks. Expect them on weekends or Fridays. I guess that's everything so.
'Til next time,
AgentofDeception
Chapter five
Disclaim: I own none of this. The Wachowski Bros. do. So please don't sue. All you would get is a few dollars and a bag of old chips anyways.
A/N: Thanks to all for their reviews! They really help me out and contribute a lot to the plot. Well anyways on with your regularly scheduled fanfic.
Voice Of Reason2: Thanks for reviewing like always!
Lee Jun Fan: Thank you for reviewing. Feel free to use the idea and if you use it tell me the name so I can drop in some time.
Aqua Phoenix1: Thanks for the review and complements!
Selina Enriquez: Thanks for the review and as for your suggestion, well, I'll think about it.
Also, my beta reader ltnikki: Thanks for your help on this chapter. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~
Two months later..
Former Agent Smith stood on his balcony and watched the virtual sunrise. He had taken up residence in an apartment in the city. The exile had no real reason to have an apartment, but he built one anyway. After all, he was free to do as he pleased now. He was free from the constraints of being an Agent, the rules, the boundaries. Although Smith did have some trouble letting go of the fact he was no longer an Agent, he had gotten used to it. Sort of.
The program left the balcony and walked into the apartment. He had work to do. Since his exile, Smith had been making a few changes. Mostly upgrades, but there were other changes as well. New fighting styles, like kung fu and ju jitsu, had been incorporated into his Agent fighting style. Smith had also updated his tracking system to where the ex-Agent could tell if a Resistance human entered the Matrix. Even though the tracking system was not advanced enough to tell him where the humans entered from, Smith was impressed with it.
The exile stepped into his office and seated himself in a leather desk chair. As he removed his sunglasses, Smith gazed around at his workspace. Smith liked the room; it was very much like his office back at headquarters. With gray carpet, a dark metal desk, and a black leather couch, the former Agent found it very comfortable place. Setting the shades on the desk, Smith opened a drawer and pulled out a laptop. Like the apartment and many things he owned, Smith didn't need the laptop. Instead of using it to search for information, he used it to hack into the Mainframe to get upgrades. It felt kind of good stealing from the center of the most highly guarded place in the Matrix and not getting caught.
Today's Mainframe program theft was to consist of finding and downloading (but not being infected by) a virus program that could enter a system and clone itself until it took over the system entirely. He hoped to use the virus on the Zion ships' mainframes. After entering the Matrix Mainframe database and typing in what he was looking for, the ex-Agent waited. After a few moments a window popped up. Seeing only one search result, Smith clicked the link. A drizzling of code ran down the console screen.
Having done this several times before, the former Agent placed his right hand on the monitor. Suddenly, he stiffened and the code ran down the pupils of his ice-blue eyes. Smith began to download the virus program into his system. The virus downloaded very quickly.
Download: 88% complete
" Just a little longer." he thought.
Unexpectedly, a window popped up, flashing " Warning. System malfunction. Warning. System malfunction." An impersonal computer voice also repeated the message.
"Oh, shit." thought Smith. He tried to pull his hand off the screen to break the connection, but it was glued to it.
"What the hell? I'm stuck. Yet the download continues."
Try as he must, the ex-Agent could not pull himself free of the screen.
Download: 95% complete
The computer continued to flash and speak the warning. Smith's pupils were still glazed with the drizzling code. He quickly put one hand on the laptop's keyboard to steady it and attempted to pull his hand free. No such luck.
Download: 98% complete
Now the computer voice sounded a new warning. " System crash in 15 seconds." And another window popped up.
00:15 seconds to system crash
The console screen began to heat up and a few sparks flew out of the back of the monitor. The exile's attempts to free himself became frantic. He seemed glued to his seat, almost paralyzed.
00:12 seconds to system crash
The green code still drizzled in the blacks and the Agent realized what went wrong.
"There must have been in the transfer from the Mainframe to me," he thought, " Now the virus is going to destroy the computer then.me."
Smith felt his hand sizzle from the heat of the screen. The exile winced and gritted his teeth.
" If this gets any worse I will be destroyed. Destroyed with my own weapon." Thought the former Agent.
Had he brought about his own destruction?
00:07 seconds to system crash
" Why do you struggle when there is no hope?" said a voice in his head " You are going to be destroyed. It is over."
"No, it isn't." Smith spoke through gritted teeth. The trapped exile
struggled while the computer emitted more sparks. He had to hurry.
Time was running out.
00:05 seconds to system crash
" There must be .some. way. There has to be." He thought. " Come on." Smith tried to stand, but failed. The Agent was paralyzed from the waist down.
00:04 seconds to system crash
Download: 99% complete
The monitor still held the drizzling code and the warning windows. A part of Smith kept telling him to give and let death take him. The former Agent ignored it and continued to fight the seemingly inevitable end. Smith winced as the screen continued to heat. The end was near.
00:03 seconds to system crash
The exile struggled against the laptop that threatened explosion. More sparks came form the back and Smith could smell smoke. His hand was scalding; he could feel the sweat boiling on the screen. Time was short.
00:02 seconds to system crash
"So this is how it's going to end?" he thought. But then a voice told him " It's not over yet."
Smith gave one final pull. Then he noticed the countdown.
00:01 seconds to system crash
"Oh, no." he said.
00:00 seconds to system crash
Download: 100% complete
The green code left his pupils, but it wasn't over yet. Smith's hand was still glued to the screen. More sparks and some smoke came from the console. Time seemed to slow down. In one moment, Smith and his chair were blown back to the wall. The exile hit the floor, his chair stayed standing. From his spot on the floor, he saw the computer explode, sending a shoot of flame to where Smith's head had been just moments before. The former Agent breathed a sigh of relief.
" It's over." He said with relief.
But it wasn't. As the ex-Agent began to stand, he fell back to the carpet in extreme pain. Every nerve seemed to be on fire. He began to crawl, slowly, painfully, out of the ruin of his office. Smith made it to the living room before he collapsed. His mouth open in a silent scream and blood trickling down his cheek from a cut on his forehead, the exile thought, " What is happening to me?"
His eyes glazed and the room began to slip out of focus.
" Breath, Smith, breath." He thought.
But his body would not comply and without air, the exile fell into the realm of unconsciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
Like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review. Oh, also I'm trying to make my updates more regular, say every two weeks. Expect them on weekends or Fridays. I guess that's everything so.
'Til next time,
AgentofDeception