Your Surroundings
Smith sat there. In a room all to himself. Where his copies or anything could not bother him. There, Smith stared into nothing. And he remembered.
"Have you ever just stood and stared at it? The marvel in its beauty, its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives, oblivious. . . I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you wan to call it I can't stand it any longer. . . It's the smell. If there is such a thing. I must get out of here. I must get free."
Smith never liked emotions. When he started to feel them he suppressed them, and ignored them. Emotions were a weakness. He was created for one purpose, one mission, and he was going to do that. Yet. . . The emotions wouldn't stop. They grew, and grew. And Smith had a little humanity in him. He still ignored them. Emotions were a weakness. He could not allow himself to have a weakness.
Then Mr. Anderson showed up. Emotions fired up. And it became clear what Smith felt. Hatred. Smith felt hatred. No matter how much he ignored his emotions they were still there. He still felt hatred. But emotions are a weakness. And who made these emotions fire up? Mr. Anderson. He is the cause of the weakness. He is the cause of worthless emotions. He is the cause of all of it. Smith could smell them. Smell the humans. They had infected him. Mr. Anderson had infected him. And now Smith could feel.
Then one day, Smith was freed. He was unplugged, and the emotions still stayed. But without the Mainframe, the emotions were no longer a weakness. The emotions were his now. And then he harnessed them. He accepted them. And now Smith would soon rule the Matrix.
Smith then stopped. He realized his eyes were closed, he had dazed off for a moment. He got up, and sighed. He stepped towards the window, and observed the viruses.
And soon Smith watched as the fake sun rose. And the fake morning began.
He left his room, and went down to the others. They were standing there, the copies. Some stared off into nothing, or looked out the window, some were even practicing martial arts on each other. They soon saw that Smith had entered, when they stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"I hope you remember what we are doing tonight." He said, and they nodded.
Smith walked through his copies, to the balcony, where he met three other copies there. He moved between them, and looked around at the small park between the buildings.
"She is here." A copy said.
Indeed she was. The Oracle sat on the park bench, feeding the crows. The Oracle has been sitting at that same spot everyday for almost a month. She was waiting for something. She was waiting for Mr. Anderson.
Smith watched the Oracle, as she fed her birds. She was such a strange program. Invited her emotions unlike Smith. Smith wondered why for a moment, and walked off.
Smith walked up the stairs, to the child's room. He quietly opened the door, and stepped in. She lay in her bed still, sound asleep. She looked peaceful as she slept. Smith hovered over her, observing the child. She took a deep breath, and opened her blue eyes slowly. Her eyes met Smith's. She smiled at him, but he did not smile back.
"Good morning." She said quietly.
" . . . Morning." He replied after a moment passed.
The child yawned, and stretched. She still didn't get up, she stayed in her bed. Smith never had slept before, it was interesting to see what one does when one awakes. The child yawned again before ever getting up. Smith stared at her. Then she finally sighed, and sat up. Her hair was mess up, and she shook her head trying to wake up. It was interesting to Smith, but inefficient nonetheless. He didn't know what he would do with her today. H knew she being so human she would want to do something.
"What are we doing today?" She said.
Smith did not know. He didn't know what children did in their free time. He didn't really care.
"What do wish to do today?"
He was asking her question back at her again, it was the only thing he could do though. Angel looked down thinking about it. But she didn't know. She may have been a child, but she still didn't have any memories of playing before.
"I don't know." She said looking up at him.
Smith was disappointed once again at her answer. He didn't want to do anything with her. It would be a waste of his time. But what should the child do? He did not know, but he thought it would be necessary for him to show Angel the rest of the building. Maybe he would even take her out to see the Matrix. Maybe of course.
"Well. . . would you like to see the rest of this place?" He asked.
Angel smiled, and jumped out of bed. She stroked her hair with her hands, trying to make it look neat. She brushed off some dust from her pants, and got her shoes on.
"I'd like that." She said.
Smith nodded, and opened the door for her. He knew keeping her in that little room would not be good for her. This way she got out of her room, and learned about her surroundings.
She ran down the stairs, seemingly excited. Smith followed at a walking pace. She ran down the hall of the second floor, and she waited for Smith to catch up. She smiled, but Smith did not smile back. He went in front of her, and entered the room with all the copies. She walked ahead of Smith, looking around at the others. The copies didn't really seem too fond of the child being there. Angel looked at every one of them. She seemed a little uneasy after a while. But she went along walking around in the large room.
"What is the purpose for she being her?" A copy whispered to Smith.
"I'm going to show her the surroundings." He said a little annoyed by the question.
He watched as Angel walked around for a little longer. Then he called to her. They were going to go walk down the block. They walked down the stairs to the lobby, and Smith opened the door for her. She stepped out, a little cautious. She looked all around her, her mouth slightly opened. Then she smiled, she concluded that it was safe. She turned back and stayed close to Smith. Smith looked down at her. She smiled, but he did not smile back.
"This is the Matrix." He said. "It is a complete replica of the twenty- first century of the human world. It is a dream world created to keep the humans here."
Angel looked up, and then at Smith.
"This is all code?" She asked.
"Yes."
Smith started to walk down the street, with Angel close behind. He noticed Angel looking back at the building and shaking her head.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked her.
"Hm? Oh, uh. . . My uncles."
"Yes?"
"They look to much like you. I don't like it. It's hard to tell you from them."
That is the way it should be. They are complete copies of himself. Smith still didn't understand how she could tell the difference.
"It is nothing to worry about." He said.
"Ok. . ."
They continued to walk down the street, where there were people, shops, and restaurants. The streets were crowded, Smith had to push his way through them. Angel would stay close and go where Smith went.
"They're all in hooked up in a pod?" She asked.
"Yes."
"There's too many of them."
"I know. They spread like - -"
"Viruses." She finished his sentence.
Smith couldn't help, but feel a little pleases that someone else felt that humans were viruses, even if that someone else was just a mere child.
They continued down the street. Angel observed all the stores, and restaurants. They were interesting to her. Something new. But to Smith it was the same prison that he was always in.
"Why do they put those nutrients in their mouths?" Angel asked.
"That is food. They require it to fuel their bodies, they need to eat in order to live."
"What does food taste like?"
"It does not matter, we do not require food."
"Oh."
Smith was getting tired of Angel's question, and being out in the open with so many humans. Smith was now following Angel, as she explored the Matrix. Then she stopped to look at something.
"Why do you wear a suite, Daddy?" She asked.
"It is part of my programming, why do you ask?"
"No reason." She replied.
"Let's go back." He said.
"Why?"
"I have things I must do."
"Aw. . . Ok."
They started to go back to the building. Smith didn't what he would have her do then, but it didn't matter. Maybe he would test how much fighting data she had. No. He didn't want to do that. It didn't matter to him though.
The two entered the building, and Angel ran to the room with Smith's copies. The copies once again stared as she entered the room. Angel stopped and waited for Smith to catch up. Angel went along and walked around the room, and somehow made her way to the balcony. Smith soon joined her.
Smith could see the Oracle was still sitting there, still feeding the birds. He turned to Angel, who seemed excited seeing the world. How can she be pleased by this place? He wondered to himself.
"What is that?" She pointed to the park.
"It is a place where human children play."
"May I go down there?"
Smith didn't like it that Angel wanted to play, but he still was building trust. So he couldn't say no.
"Alright, go ahead." He said.
"Will you come with me?" She asked in a cute voice.
Smith turned his head. The Oracle still sat there, and like all the other days she would leave in a couple hours. If he went down there, she would see him. He could not allow that.
"No, go ahead without me. I will watch you from here. Come back when the sun goes down"
"Ok!" And Angel ran out of the building.
Smith watched as Angel entered the park. The Oracle shot a glance at her, but went back to what she was doing. Angel stared at the Oracle for a moment, and went to the swings. Smith watched Angel play and smile. But he did not smile.
Soon some copies joined him on the balcony. They started to observe Angel as well. Smith wondered what she would do if he left her tonight. He did have to go find a rebel that night. If he left her here would she have an outburst again? Smith did not want that to happen again. If he took her with him, she would get a chance to see what he is fighting for. He will be able to teach her about rebels, and about the war. She may even learn how to defend herself. The chose was logical.
"Perhaps we should take with us tonight." Smith said.
The copies turned to him, surprised.
"Why?" Three of them said at the same time.
"Think of what we could teach her." Smith could see the copies didn't like the idea.
"She is only a child." One said.
"Aren't you the one who got punched by her?" He shot back.
The copy turned away, rubbing his face. Smith sighed.
"We will take with us tonight. What are the expected rebels names?" Smith continued.
"Jax and Bane." A copy replied.
"Then we will get them. Soon we will be in the Real World." Smith grinned.
The copies grinned as well. Tonight they would take over a rebel, and they would be in the Real World. Where Mr. Anderson was just some regular, weak, pathetic, repulsive human. But of course that plan is very dangerous, plus he will have to do what the human regularly does. So he may not kill Mr. Anderson immediately in the Real World, but if he didn't Smith had Angel. It was a full proof plan. If Smith didn't get Mr. Anderson there, he'd get him here.
Smith watched as Angel waved at him on the swings. He slightly waved back, and smiled at his plan.
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Sry I messed up.
Next Chapter: A Night Stroll
Ok, I have a problem here. This story takes place in Revolutions as well. Sadly I don't know what happens in Revolutions. So I don't know if Smith beats Neo or if Neo beats Smith. Or if everyone dies or something like that! A lot of the ending of this story depends on Revolutions. But right now I'm still in Reloaded. So I'll continue until I end up in Revolutions, where I will take a break and wait for Revolutions. Sry for the delay. Bear with me, there is no one else in the world that doesn't want to Revolutions more than me. Anyway see you guys soon! Please R/R!! ^_^
Smith sat there. In a room all to himself. Where his copies or anything could not bother him. There, Smith stared into nothing. And he remembered.
"Have you ever just stood and stared at it? The marvel in its beauty, its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives, oblivious. . . I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you wan to call it I can't stand it any longer. . . It's the smell. If there is such a thing. I must get out of here. I must get free."
Smith never liked emotions. When he started to feel them he suppressed them, and ignored them. Emotions were a weakness. He was created for one purpose, one mission, and he was going to do that. Yet. . . The emotions wouldn't stop. They grew, and grew. And Smith had a little humanity in him. He still ignored them. Emotions were a weakness. He could not allow himself to have a weakness.
Then Mr. Anderson showed up. Emotions fired up. And it became clear what Smith felt. Hatred. Smith felt hatred. No matter how much he ignored his emotions they were still there. He still felt hatred. But emotions are a weakness. And who made these emotions fire up? Mr. Anderson. He is the cause of the weakness. He is the cause of worthless emotions. He is the cause of all of it. Smith could smell them. Smell the humans. They had infected him. Mr. Anderson had infected him. And now Smith could feel.
Then one day, Smith was freed. He was unplugged, and the emotions still stayed. But without the Mainframe, the emotions were no longer a weakness. The emotions were his now. And then he harnessed them. He accepted them. And now Smith would soon rule the Matrix.
Smith then stopped. He realized his eyes were closed, he had dazed off for a moment. He got up, and sighed. He stepped towards the window, and observed the viruses.
And soon Smith watched as the fake sun rose. And the fake morning began.
He left his room, and went down to the others. They were standing there, the copies. Some stared off into nothing, or looked out the window, some were even practicing martial arts on each other. They soon saw that Smith had entered, when they stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"I hope you remember what we are doing tonight." He said, and they nodded.
Smith walked through his copies, to the balcony, where he met three other copies there. He moved between them, and looked around at the small park between the buildings.
"She is here." A copy said.
Indeed she was. The Oracle sat on the park bench, feeding the crows. The Oracle has been sitting at that same spot everyday for almost a month. She was waiting for something. She was waiting for Mr. Anderson.
Smith watched the Oracle, as she fed her birds. She was such a strange program. Invited her emotions unlike Smith. Smith wondered why for a moment, and walked off.
Smith walked up the stairs, to the child's room. He quietly opened the door, and stepped in. She lay in her bed still, sound asleep. She looked peaceful as she slept. Smith hovered over her, observing the child. She took a deep breath, and opened her blue eyes slowly. Her eyes met Smith's. She smiled at him, but he did not smile back.
"Good morning." She said quietly.
" . . . Morning." He replied after a moment passed.
The child yawned, and stretched. She still didn't get up, she stayed in her bed. Smith never had slept before, it was interesting to see what one does when one awakes. The child yawned again before ever getting up. Smith stared at her. Then she finally sighed, and sat up. Her hair was mess up, and she shook her head trying to wake up. It was interesting to Smith, but inefficient nonetheless. He didn't know what he would do with her today. H knew she being so human she would want to do something.
"What are we doing today?" She said.
Smith did not know. He didn't know what children did in their free time. He didn't really care.
"What do wish to do today?"
He was asking her question back at her again, it was the only thing he could do though. Angel looked down thinking about it. But she didn't know. She may have been a child, but she still didn't have any memories of playing before.
"I don't know." She said looking up at him.
Smith was disappointed once again at her answer. He didn't want to do anything with her. It would be a waste of his time. But what should the child do? He did not know, but he thought it would be necessary for him to show Angel the rest of the building. Maybe he would even take her out to see the Matrix. Maybe of course.
"Well. . . would you like to see the rest of this place?" He asked.
Angel smiled, and jumped out of bed. She stroked her hair with her hands, trying to make it look neat. She brushed off some dust from her pants, and got her shoes on.
"I'd like that." She said.
Smith nodded, and opened the door for her. He knew keeping her in that little room would not be good for her. This way she got out of her room, and learned about her surroundings.
She ran down the stairs, seemingly excited. Smith followed at a walking pace. She ran down the hall of the second floor, and she waited for Smith to catch up. She smiled, but Smith did not smile back. He went in front of her, and entered the room with all the copies. She walked ahead of Smith, looking around at the others. The copies didn't really seem too fond of the child being there. Angel looked at every one of them. She seemed a little uneasy after a while. But she went along walking around in the large room.
"What is the purpose for she being her?" A copy whispered to Smith.
"I'm going to show her the surroundings." He said a little annoyed by the question.
He watched as Angel walked around for a little longer. Then he called to her. They were going to go walk down the block. They walked down the stairs to the lobby, and Smith opened the door for her. She stepped out, a little cautious. She looked all around her, her mouth slightly opened. Then she smiled, she concluded that it was safe. She turned back and stayed close to Smith. Smith looked down at her. She smiled, but he did not smile back.
"This is the Matrix." He said. "It is a complete replica of the twenty- first century of the human world. It is a dream world created to keep the humans here."
Angel looked up, and then at Smith.
"This is all code?" She asked.
"Yes."
Smith started to walk down the street, with Angel close behind. He noticed Angel looking back at the building and shaking her head.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked her.
"Hm? Oh, uh. . . My uncles."
"Yes?"
"They look to much like you. I don't like it. It's hard to tell you from them."
That is the way it should be. They are complete copies of himself. Smith still didn't understand how she could tell the difference.
"It is nothing to worry about." He said.
"Ok. . ."
They continued to walk down the street, where there were people, shops, and restaurants. The streets were crowded, Smith had to push his way through them. Angel would stay close and go where Smith went.
"They're all in hooked up in a pod?" She asked.
"Yes."
"There's too many of them."
"I know. They spread like - -"
"Viruses." She finished his sentence.
Smith couldn't help, but feel a little pleases that someone else felt that humans were viruses, even if that someone else was just a mere child.
They continued down the street. Angel observed all the stores, and restaurants. They were interesting to her. Something new. But to Smith it was the same prison that he was always in.
"Why do they put those nutrients in their mouths?" Angel asked.
"That is food. They require it to fuel their bodies, they need to eat in order to live."
"What does food taste like?"
"It does not matter, we do not require food."
"Oh."
Smith was getting tired of Angel's question, and being out in the open with so many humans. Smith was now following Angel, as she explored the Matrix. Then she stopped to look at something.
"Why do you wear a suite, Daddy?" She asked.
"It is part of my programming, why do you ask?"
"No reason." She replied.
"Let's go back." He said.
"Why?"
"I have things I must do."
"Aw. . . Ok."
They started to go back to the building. Smith didn't what he would have her do then, but it didn't matter. Maybe he would test how much fighting data she had. No. He didn't want to do that. It didn't matter to him though.
The two entered the building, and Angel ran to the room with Smith's copies. The copies once again stared as she entered the room. Angel stopped and waited for Smith to catch up. Angel went along and walked around the room, and somehow made her way to the balcony. Smith soon joined her.
Smith could see the Oracle was still sitting there, still feeding the birds. He turned to Angel, who seemed excited seeing the world. How can she be pleased by this place? He wondered to himself.
"What is that?" She pointed to the park.
"It is a place where human children play."
"May I go down there?"
Smith didn't like it that Angel wanted to play, but he still was building trust. So he couldn't say no.
"Alright, go ahead." He said.
"Will you come with me?" She asked in a cute voice.
Smith turned his head. The Oracle still sat there, and like all the other days she would leave in a couple hours. If he went down there, she would see him. He could not allow that.
"No, go ahead without me. I will watch you from here. Come back when the sun goes down"
"Ok!" And Angel ran out of the building.
Smith watched as Angel entered the park. The Oracle shot a glance at her, but went back to what she was doing. Angel stared at the Oracle for a moment, and went to the swings. Smith watched Angel play and smile. But he did not smile.
Soon some copies joined him on the balcony. They started to observe Angel as well. Smith wondered what she would do if he left her tonight. He did have to go find a rebel that night. If he left her here would she have an outburst again? Smith did not want that to happen again. If he took her with him, she would get a chance to see what he is fighting for. He will be able to teach her about rebels, and about the war. She may even learn how to defend herself. The chose was logical.
"Perhaps we should take with us tonight." Smith said.
The copies turned to him, surprised.
"Why?" Three of them said at the same time.
"Think of what we could teach her." Smith could see the copies didn't like the idea.
"She is only a child." One said.
"Aren't you the one who got punched by her?" He shot back.
The copy turned away, rubbing his face. Smith sighed.
"We will take with us tonight. What are the expected rebels names?" Smith continued.
"Jax and Bane." A copy replied.
"Then we will get them. Soon we will be in the Real World." Smith grinned.
The copies grinned as well. Tonight they would take over a rebel, and they would be in the Real World. Where Mr. Anderson was just some regular, weak, pathetic, repulsive human. But of course that plan is very dangerous, plus he will have to do what the human regularly does. So he may not kill Mr. Anderson immediately in the Real World, but if he didn't Smith had Angel. It was a full proof plan. If Smith didn't get Mr. Anderson there, he'd get him here.
Smith watched as Angel waved at him on the swings. He slightly waved back, and smiled at his plan.
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Sry I messed up.
Next Chapter: A Night Stroll
Ok, I have a problem here. This story takes place in Revolutions as well. Sadly I don't know what happens in Revolutions. So I don't know if Smith beats Neo or if Neo beats Smith. Or if everyone dies or something like that! A lot of the ending of this story depends on Revolutions. But right now I'm still in Reloaded. So I'll continue until I end up in Revolutions, where I will take a break and wait for Revolutions. Sry for the delay. Bear with me, there is no one else in the world that doesn't want to Revolutions more than me. Anyway see you guys soon! Please R/R!! ^_^