The End of the Beginning
Chapter six
Selina Enriquez: Thanks for the review!
Lee Jun Fan: Thanks for the review and suggestion!
Knive: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you noticed the similarities between the two scenes. I'm not saying I'll change chap. 3, but your suggestion might come into play later on.
Voice Of Reason2: Thanks for reviewing like always!
I would especially like to dedicate this chapter to Chaz Larsen, who showed me how deep the rabbit hole goes.
A/N: Hi, everyone and sorry for the long delay. Chapter six is up! This chapter was hard to write for several reasons that I won't bore you with now. But anyways, thanks for your reviews and patience, people! * Hands out popcorn and soda* Enjoy the show!
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Smith passed in and out of consciousness for what seemed like an age. Each time he awoke, the exile felt the all-consuming pain he had felt before he passed out. The pain of changing code. Smith was didn't know it, but the winds of change were blowing. When he returned to consciousness, the exile found himself on the beige carpet of his dark living room. Although he was not in the pain he had felt before, every part of Smith ached. Moving only his head the ex-Agent looked around. The carpet was stained with dry blood and a thin cloud of smoke wafted in from his ruined office.
" How long have I been lying here?" wondered the program.
The sickle moon was out and its silver light shone on where Smith lay.
" I have to try and stand," he thought " I can't lie here forever."
Using an end table for support, Smith rose up in one fluid movement. Instantly, he regretted it. The blood rushed from his head to his arms and legs. The room tilted and blacks spots danced in front of him.
" Perhaps getting up so quickly was not such a good idea." Thought the exile.
He stumbled into the bathroom, where the light was already on. Feeling lightheaded, he leaned on the sink for support. The former Agent turned and stared into the looking glass over the sink. After seeing his reflection, Smith wished he hadn't. With a stream of dried blood lining his right cheek, his chestnut hair in disarray, and his green suit in tatters, the exile looked as if he had been through a war. Smith put a tentative hand to the open wound. His fingertips came away covered in blood.
He stared at his fingertips. " Disgusting."
The program washed the blood from his face and hands, as well as combing his hair down. His knees felt stronger now, so Smith left the bathroom. Using the moonlight, he found the light switch and flipped it on. Smith paused for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the change in light.
The exile sat down on the couch; his knees weren't as strong as he had thought they were. Questions, so many questions, circulated through his mind. What had happened in the office? What was happening to him? Something felt wrong. He ran a system check. Everything checked out normal. The exile closed his eyes and changed his sight so he could see code. When he opened his eyes, everything in the room became a collection of flowing, green symbols.
" Strange. I have never seen anything like this before." He said softly.
The encryption that made up Smith's body was nothing he had ever seen. And to top it off, his code also seemed to be radiating a golden light. Changing his vision back to normal, the program shifted on the couch. Things just kept getting stranger and stranger. First, the impossible, he was destroyed by a human. That Neo. Smith's mouth twitched. Then he meets the Architect, whoever he might be. Upon reflection, Smith realized he should have asked who the Architect was. But it was too late for that now. Smith had made his choice without any questions. And there was no chance of him meeting the Architect again. And just a few hours ago, he had been in a freak accident that had changed his code and nearly killed him in the process.
The ex-Agent's head began to throb and he placed his right hand to his temple, and then quickly drew it back. His right palm and fingertips were blistered and burned. The program remembered the heat from the computer screen scalding his skin as he tried to pull free. The sweat from his palms had begun to boil from the extreme heat. Smith grimaced at the memory.
" That monitor must have been at least two hundred degrees," he thought "I suppose my burns could have been much more serious."
The ex-Agent ran his good hand over his injured one, his fingertips only lightly feeling the injuries. It never ceased to amaze him, the vulnerability of the human body. If one thing was too hot or cold, or lacked in something, it would cease to exist.
" This human body is so weak, so easily destroyed. I hate it." The exile said with disgust.
Smith stretched out on the couch. His legs were getting tired for sitting for so long. Glancing at the clock, he found it was 3:03 a.m. A yawn rose in his throat. Smith swallowed it.
"I'm not tired. Machines don't get tired. That's not possible." Thought the exile, his eyelids dropping. And with that his eyes closed and the exile slipped into the world of dreams.
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Well, how was it? I really hoped everybody enjoyed this chapter. If you liked it please review and if you hated it, flame me. It helps my creative energy either way. Also, did anyone see Revolutions? How was it? On a final note, for all you Elrond fans, I'm working on a fic for him, too. I think that's everything. So..
Until chapter seven,
AgentofDeception
Chapter six
Selina Enriquez: Thanks for the review!
Lee Jun Fan: Thanks for the review and suggestion!
Knive: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you noticed the similarities between the two scenes. I'm not saying I'll change chap. 3, but your suggestion might come into play later on.
Voice Of Reason2: Thanks for reviewing like always!
I would especially like to dedicate this chapter to Chaz Larsen, who showed me how deep the rabbit hole goes.
A/N: Hi, everyone and sorry for the long delay. Chapter six is up! This chapter was hard to write for several reasons that I won't bore you with now. But anyways, thanks for your reviews and patience, people! * Hands out popcorn and soda* Enjoy the show!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Smith passed in and out of consciousness for what seemed like an age. Each time he awoke, the exile felt the all-consuming pain he had felt before he passed out. The pain of changing code. Smith was didn't know it, but the winds of change were blowing. When he returned to consciousness, the exile found himself on the beige carpet of his dark living room. Although he was not in the pain he had felt before, every part of Smith ached. Moving only his head the ex-Agent looked around. The carpet was stained with dry blood and a thin cloud of smoke wafted in from his ruined office.
" How long have I been lying here?" wondered the program.
The sickle moon was out and its silver light shone on where Smith lay.
" I have to try and stand," he thought " I can't lie here forever."
Using an end table for support, Smith rose up in one fluid movement. Instantly, he regretted it. The blood rushed from his head to his arms and legs. The room tilted and blacks spots danced in front of him.
" Perhaps getting up so quickly was not such a good idea." Thought the exile.
He stumbled into the bathroom, where the light was already on. Feeling lightheaded, he leaned on the sink for support. The former Agent turned and stared into the looking glass over the sink. After seeing his reflection, Smith wished he hadn't. With a stream of dried blood lining his right cheek, his chestnut hair in disarray, and his green suit in tatters, the exile looked as if he had been through a war. Smith put a tentative hand to the open wound. His fingertips came away covered in blood.
He stared at his fingertips. " Disgusting."
The program washed the blood from his face and hands, as well as combing his hair down. His knees felt stronger now, so Smith left the bathroom. Using the moonlight, he found the light switch and flipped it on. Smith paused for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the change in light.
The exile sat down on the couch; his knees weren't as strong as he had thought they were. Questions, so many questions, circulated through his mind. What had happened in the office? What was happening to him? Something felt wrong. He ran a system check. Everything checked out normal. The exile closed his eyes and changed his sight so he could see code. When he opened his eyes, everything in the room became a collection of flowing, green symbols.
" Strange. I have never seen anything like this before." He said softly.
The encryption that made up Smith's body was nothing he had ever seen. And to top it off, his code also seemed to be radiating a golden light. Changing his vision back to normal, the program shifted on the couch. Things just kept getting stranger and stranger. First, the impossible, he was destroyed by a human. That Neo. Smith's mouth twitched. Then he meets the Architect, whoever he might be. Upon reflection, Smith realized he should have asked who the Architect was. But it was too late for that now. Smith had made his choice without any questions. And there was no chance of him meeting the Architect again. And just a few hours ago, he had been in a freak accident that had changed his code and nearly killed him in the process.
The ex-Agent's head began to throb and he placed his right hand to his temple, and then quickly drew it back. His right palm and fingertips were blistered and burned. The program remembered the heat from the computer screen scalding his skin as he tried to pull free. The sweat from his palms had begun to boil from the extreme heat. Smith grimaced at the memory.
" That monitor must have been at least two hundred degrees," he thought "I suppose my burns could have been much more serious."
The ex-Agent ran his good hand over his injured one, his fingertips only lightly feeling the injuries. It never ceased to amaze him, the vulnerability of the human body. If one thing was too hot or cold, or lacked in something, it would cease to exist.
" This human body is so weak, so easily destroyed. I hate it." The exile said with disgust.
Smith stretched out on the couch. His legs were getting tired for sitting for so long. Glancing at the clock, he found it was 3:03 a.m. A yawn rose in his throat. Smith swallowed it.
"I'm not tired. Machines don't get tired. That's not possible." Thought the exile, his eyelids dropping. And with that his eyes closed and the exile slipped into the world of dreams.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, how was it? I really hoped everybody enjoyed this chapter. If you liked it please review and if you hated it, flame me. It helps my creative energy either way. Also, did anyone see Revolutions? How was it? On a final note, for all you Elrond fans, I'm working on a fic for him, too. I think that's everything. So..
Until chapter seven,
AgentofDeception