What Is Your Name?
"I'm looking for Neo."
"Never heard of him."
"I have a gift for him, because he set me free."
"Fine, now piss off."
Smith had given the package to Neo, and now all he had to do was wait. Smith went into the darkness of the alley with his copy, and watched as the Agents came. Smith smiled, as he saw his old Agent friends get their bodies bashed. Mr. Anderson they flew up to the sky. And Smith walked out into the open.
"Everything is going accordingly to plan." Smith said.
"Everything is exactly the same." The copy said.
"Well, not everything."
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The two Smiths drove the car back to the building. They did not speak, as lights flashed by them. Smith was planning the next arrival of Mr. Anderson. He did not think the child would be operational enough to do what he wanted her to do. It wouldn't be easy to get the child to do what he wanted, after all it wasn't very successful. But the child would do what it is meant to do eventually. Perhaps the second time Mr. Anderson came, and then she may be ready to be the decoy. But not now.
They parked the car, and stepped out heading towards the building. They open the door and were greeted by another copy, who seemed like he was running away from something. The copy looked at Smith, and swallowed. Smith was confused.
"What has happened?" Smith asked.
"The child. She woke up and- - She went manic."
"What do you mean?"
"She started to scream, and throw things at us."
"Why?"
"Because she knew we weren't you."
Smith didn't fully understand. His copies were him. How could a child tell the difference? The fact of the matter was that his copies really were him, being the original though gave him some authority.
Smith ran up the stairs to the child. He went down the hallway to see two copies come backing out of the child's room. They looked relieved to get out of the room. Smith came to them.
"What happened?" he asked.
The copies turned to him, and one was rubbing his face.
"She punched me." The copy said.
"It seems that some of our fighting abilities were copied into her." The other one said.
"Great." Smith said.
Smith entered the child's room. It had one small light on, barely showing enough light for the room. He could see the child was in the corner, all huddled up, as if she were scared. She looked away from Smith, her head in her legs. She really did look scared. Smith quietly walked in. The child looked up slowly, and smiled at Smith.
"Daddy!"
She got up, and hugged Smith. He was surprised at her reaction, and was caught off guard by the hug. And there was still something about being called daddy that Smith didn't like.
"I knew you would come back!"
Smith was a little confused on what to do. He knelt down again to the child's view.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Why do those men have your face?" She asked pointing outside her room.
She meant his copies. But how could she tell the difference between him and the rest? That was impossible.
"They came for me, but they weren't you. I didn't want them to take me."
"It is alright." Smith said. "Do not worry about them."
"Who are they?"
Smith couldn't say they were him. The child would not understand. Especially now, when she seems so scared. Smith took a moment to think of what to say.
"They are. . . Think of them as uncles."
"Uncles?"
"Yes."
Smith had to be careful with this child. She was fragile, and very human. Humans need to have trust. So Smith had to establish trust. He sat the child on the bed. It was time to see what she knew.
"What do you know?" He asked her.
"About what?"
"Do you know what this place is?"
"It's the Matrix."
Good. Smith was afraid that the data transfer between copy and child would not be successful, thus the child wouldn't know about the Matrix or anything else. She would have to be taught everything.
"Do you know what I am? And you?" Smith asked.
"We're Programs."
"Yes, and do you know about the humans?"
"The humans?"
The data transfer was not fully successful.
"The people that are out there. The creatures that walk the streets." Smith explained.
"So those are humans?"
"Yes. Do you know about the war?"
The child shook her head. How could he explain a war to such a delegate thing.
"The humans do not like the Matrix." He continued.
"Because they're trapped. They don't like being kept for batteries."
So she knew more than he thought.
"Yes. So the humans free each other, they go outside the Matrix. They fight the machines for their freedom. The machines are the ones keeping them for batteries."
"But the machines created you." She said.
"They did. I was made to protect the Matrix from the humans, but I didn't like doing that. So I was freed."
"By who?"
"A human."
"Which one."
She was getting annoying. Although Smith should have expected a child to be so curious.
"One named Thomas A. Anderson."
"Oh."
"I was freed. But like the humans I do not like the Matrix."
"You don't like the humans either."
"No I do not. So I'm going to make the Matrix mine. I will own it."
"What am I for?"
He couldn't tell her she was merely a decoy, afterwards she would be useless and he would abandon her.
"You are going to help me."
"Daddy, what was wrong being an Agent?" She asked.
He was not expecting her to ask any questions. Especially one so difficult to explain.
"It did not give me time to myself." That was a good way of putting it.
The child surprised Smith. She didn't seem scared of him, she didn't seem scared of the Matrix of the war or anything.
"Who is Thomas A. Anderson?" She asked.
Another difficult question to explain.
". . . He is a powerful human. He is unlike any other. He can fly in the Matrix, and fight very well."
"Is that how he freed you?"
"Yes."
The sat there. She had nothing else to say. Smith didn't really know what to do from there. He did not know how to leave the child or to talk to it. It was all new to him. There was a long silence.
"Daddy, what is your full name?"
An interesting question, but fully off topic.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm curious."
"I am Agent Smith."
"Smith. . . What is my full name?"
Smith did not know what to say. He had never named anything before. He had no idea how to name anything. Besides he never planned to name this child in the first place. How could he respond? If he said she did not need a name the child may become suspicious. Yet what is a proper name for a child that he created? He looked down at the child. She was staring up at him, waiting patiently for him to reply. She could see her reflection in Smith's dark shades. That was a good thing for Smith, without those shades his eyes would have revealed a small emotion of uneasiness that the child would have surely seen.
"What would you like your name to be?" He finally came up with.
She took a moment to think, but like Smith she did not know.
"Hm. . . I don't know."
Smith was hoping she would come up with something, so he would not have to. But now it seems like he must.
"Well then. . ." He started.
Smith looked over his knowledge on humans. The human rebels seem to name their children and themselves after elements of their lost world. Such as Ice, Sparks, and Trinity. Although Smith did not want the child to have a name like the very things he was fighting. So he thought some more. Some humans name their children after someone else. One human could name their child after their mother, or something like that. But how could Smith do that? Name the child after the first versions of Agents? Which were a complete failure, and that is when he was created. No. That would not work. The first Agents were not give names like him, they were given cereal numbers. And Smith was not going to name it after Jones or Brown, nor Johnson or Thompson. So Smith concluded to name the child after himself. Agent Smith. What human name sounds relatively like "Agent?" He wondered this to himself. Angela, Angelica, Angie, Alex. . .
Smith turned to the child, having found a name.
"How about Angel Smith?" He asked her.
Smith did not particularly like the name, nor what a real angel is to the humans. But Agent, Angel it sounded most alike. Besides he did not really care, the child would be terminated after a certain point, when her services were not needed any longer.
The child thought for a moment and started nodding to herself, and she looked up at Smith.
"I like it!" She stated.
Now that out of the way Smith was going to leave. He measured the data transfer, and told what the child did not know, and even gave it a name. Smith's work was done for now.
It was about 12 am. Smith knew that a human child should be asleep by now, so he determined his should be as well.
"It is late, you should go to bed." He said getting up.
"Alright, goodnight Daddy."
She tucked herself in the bed.
"Goodnight."
Smith left her room and closed the door.
Smith went down the hall towards the stairs, where he was met by two of his copies.
"It is not necessary to give the child a name." One of them said.
Smith didn't like being doubted.
"She is more human than anticipated. Humans need to trust, thus she needs to trust us. She wanted a name, and I gave her a name so she will trust me." He answered annoyed.
The copies looked at each other, and decided they were satisfied with the answer. They turned and started to walk down the stairs. Smith started to follow them, when he turned and looked at the child's door. He looked at it for a moment, and then turned to go down the stairs.
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Next Chapter: A Night Stroll
This is fun!! ^_^
Oh and Artemis, I know they are all pretty much the same, but my theory is that the original Smith being the original has some power over the others.
"I'm looking for Neo."
"Never heard of him."
"I have a gift for him, because he set me free."
"Fine, now piss off."
Smith had given the package to Neo, and now all he had to do was wait. Smith went into the darkness of the alley with his copy, and watched as the Agents came. Smith smiled, as he saw his old Agent friends get their bodies bashed. Mr. Anderson they flew up to the sky. And Smith walked out into the open.
"Everything is going accordingly to plan." Smith said.
"Everything is exactly the same." The copy said.
"Well, not everything."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The two Smiths drove the car back to the building. They did not speak, as lights flashed by them. Smith was planning the next arrival of Mr. Anderson. He did not think the child would be operational enough to do what he wanted her to do. It wouldn't be easy to get the child to do what he wanted, after all it wasn't very successful. But the child would do what it is meant to do eventually. Perhaps the second time Mr. Anderson came, and then she may be ready to be the decoy. But not now.
They parked the car, and stepped out heading towards the building. They open the door and were greeted by another copy, who seemed like he was running away from something. The copy looked at Smith, and swallowed. Smith was confused.
"What has happened?" Smith asked.
"The child. She woke up and- - She went manic."
"What do you mean?"
"She started to scream, and throw things at us."
"Why?"
"Because she knew we weren't you."
Smith didn't fully understand. His copies were him. How could a child tell the difference? The fact of the matter was that his copies really were him, being the original though gave him some authority.
Smith ran up the stairs to the child. He went down the hallway to see two copies come backing out of the child's room. They looked relieved to get out of the room. Smith came to them.
"What happened?" he asked.
The copies turned to him, and one was rubbing his face.
"She punched me." The copy said.
"It seems that some of our fighting abilities were copied into her." The other one said.
"Great." Smith said.
Smith entered the child's room. It had one small light on, barely showing enough light for the room. He could see the child was in the corner, all huddled up, as if she were scared. She looked away from Smith, her head in her legs. She really did look scared. Smith quietly walked in. The child looked up slowly, and smiled at Smith.
"Daddy!"
She got up, and hugged Smith. He was surprised at her reaction, and was caught off guard by the hug. And there was still something about being called daddy that Smith didn't like.
"I knew you would come back!"
Smith was a little confused on what to do. He knelt down again to the child's view.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Why do those men have your face?" She asked pointing outside her room.
She meant his copies. But how could she tell the difference between him and the rest? That was impossible.
"They came for me, but they weren't you. I didn't want them to take me."
"It is alright." Smith said. "Do not worry about them."
"Who are they?"
Smith couldn't say they were him. The child would not understand. Especially now, when she seems so scared. Smith took a moment to think of what to say.
"They are. . . Think of them as uncles."
"Uncles?"
"Yes."
Smith had to be careful with this child. She was fragile, and very human. Humans need to have trust. So Smith had to establish trust. He sat the child on the bed. It was time to see what she knew.
"What do you know?" He asked her.
"About what?"
"Do you know what this place is?"
"It's the Matrix."
Good. Smith was afraid that the data transfer between copy and child would not be successful, thus the child wouldn't know about the Matrix or anything else. She would have to be taught everything.
"Do you know what I am? And you?" Smith asked.
"We're Programs."
"Yes, and do you know about the humans?"
"The humans?"
The data transfer was not fully successful.
"The people that are out there. The creatures that walk the streets." Smith explained.
"So those are humans?"
"Yes. Do you know about the war?"
The child shook her head. How could he explain a war to such a delegate thing.
"The humans do not like the Matrix." He continued.
"Because they're trapped. They don't like being kept for batteries."
So she knew more than he thought.
"Yes. So the humans free each other, they go outside the Matrix. They fight the machines for their freedom. The machines are the ones keeping them for batteries."
"But the machines created you." She said.
"They did. I was made to protect the Matrix from the humans, but I didn't like doing that. So I was freed."
"By who?"
"A human."
"Which one."
She was getting annoying. Although Smith should have expected a child to be so curious.
"One named Thomas A. Anderson."
"Oh."
"I was freed. But like the humans I do not like the Matrix."
"You don't like the humans either."
"No I do not. So I'm going to make the Matrix mine. I will own it."
"What am I for?"
He couldn't tell her she was merely a decoy, afterwards she would be useless and he would abandon her.
"You are going to help me."
"Daddy, what was wrong being an Agent?" She asked.
He was not expecting her to ask any questions. Especially one so difficult to explain.
"It did not give me time to myself." That was a good way of putting it.
The child surprised Smith. She didn't seem scared of him, she didn't seem scared of the Matrix of the war or anything.
"Who is Thomas A. Anderson?" She asked.
Another difficult question to explain.
". . . He is a powerful human. He is unlike any other. He can fly in the Matrix, and fight very well."
"Is that how he freed you?"
"Yes."
The sat there. She had nothing else to say. Smith didn't really know what to do from there. He did not know how to leave the child or to talk to it. It was all new to him. There was a long silence.
"Daddy, what is your full name?"
An interesting question, but fully off topic.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm curious."
"I am Agent Smith."
"Smith. . . What is my full name?"
Smith did not know what to say. He had never named anything before. He had no idea how to name anything. Besides he never planned to name this child in the first place. How could he respond? If he said she did not need a name the child may become suspicious. Yet what is a proper name for a child that he created? He looked down at the child. She was staring up at him, waiting patiently for him to reply. She could see her reflection in Smith's dark shades. That was a good thing for Smith, without those shades his eyes would have revealed a small emotion of uneasiness that the child would have surely seen.
"What would you like your name to be?" He finally came up with.
She took a moment to think, but like Smith she did not know.
"Hm. . . I don't know."
Smith was hoping she would come up with something, so he would not have to. But now it seems like he must.
"Well then. . ." He started.
Smith looked over his knowledge on humans. The human rebels seem to name their children and themselves after elements of their lost world. Such as Ice, Sparks, and Trinity. Although Smith did not want the child to have a name like the very things he was fighting. So he thought some more. Some humans name their children after someone else. One human could name their child after their mother, or something like that. But how could Smith do that? Name the child after the first versions of Agents? Which were a complete failure, and that is when he was created. No. That would not work. The first Agents were not give names like him, they were given cereal numbers. And Smith was not going to name it after Jones or Brown, nor Johnson or Thompson. So Smith concluded to name the child after himself. Agent Smith. What human name sounds relatively like "Agent?" He wondered this to himself. Angela, Angelica, Angie, Alex. . .
Smith turned to the child, having found a name.
"How about Angel Smith?" He asked her.
Smith did not particularly like the name, nor what a real angel is to the humans. But Agent, Angel it sounded most alike. Besides he did not really care, the child would be terminated after a certain point, when her services were not needed any longer.
The child thought for a moment and started nodding to herself, and she looked up at Smith.
"I like it!" She stated.
Now that out of the way Smith was going to leave. He measured the data transfer, and told what the child did not know, and even gave it a name. Smith's work was done for now.
It was about 12 am. Smith knew that a human child should be asleep by now, so he determined his should be as well.
"It is late, you should go to bed." He said getting up.
"Alright, goodnight Daddy."
She tucked herself in the bed.
"Goodnight."
Smith left her room and closed the door.
Smith went down the hall towards the stairs, where he was met by two of his copies.
"It is not necessary to give the child a name." One of them said.
Smith didn't like being doubted.
"She is more human than anticipated. Humans need to trust, thus she needs to trust us. She wanted a name, and I gave her a name so she will trust me." He answered annoyed.
The copies looked at each other, and decided they were satisfied with the answer. They turned and started to walk down the stairs. Smith started to follow them, when he turned and looked at the child's door. He looked at it for a moment, and then turned to go down the stairs.
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Next Chapter: A Night Stroll
This is fun!! ^_^
Oh and Artemis, I know they are all pretty much the same, but my theory is that the original Smith being the original has some power over the others.