I Want to Say Goodbye
I sit here in their field, awaiting them. My legs spread on the green grass, and my arms lay in my lap. I sit on this small hill, and gaze at it all. I only stare at the beautiful day. The flowers are blooming, and the sun is high. I can see two butterflies dancing over there. This world has come a long way. I can remember the first time I thought of this. This entire world. This field I sit in right now. This little world, my little creation, with so much more than just that. I sit here on the hill, and I just want to say goodbye.
"Hi. . .Over this year I've written this story. I've inspired people. I've made people cry. . . I want you to know, I cried too."
And turn my head, unsure of what to say. I've had so much time to think about this, but now I draw a blank.
"Shadow!"
Angel jumps on me, and hugs me from behind. We laugh, and I grab her hand.
"Hey, Angel." I say.
"Where've you been!?" Angel asks.
"Oh, around." I say, looking at her stunning blue eyes. "Where's your father?" I ask her.
She smiles me, I'm so glad she's happy now. I'm so glad to see how much she's grown. She turns, and smiles at Smith.
"You should visit us more often, Angel has taken quite a liking to you."
I turn my head, and smile. Angel runs to her father, and he walks to me.
"Oh, and you haven't?" I ask slyly.
He laughs, and sits down next to me, his legs crossed.
"Of course I have." He says.
I look at the two of them. Angel sits in her father's lap, and he smiles at her. They wear no suits, no cloaks, no shades. They look at the world with their beautiful eyes. They've come so far, and been through so much.
But now everything is okay, I know it as I look at them.
"Were you in the middle of something?" Smith asks me.
I nod, and lower my head, a little embarrassed.
"Well, go on. Continue."
"Okay, okay. . ." I say. "I've taken Agent Smith, the program that became a Virus. The Agent that was freed. One that hates all emotion." I start.
"Hey!" Smith interjects. Angel giggles.
"And I gave him. . . I gave him an angel."
Smith and I look to Angel, she laughs at our staring eyes.
"I gave him a gift, a daughter. And I threw them into the world of the Matrix. Right there between Reloaded and Revolutions. We knew their fate. We knew what would happen. Smith would do this, and that, shoot the Keymaker, etc. . . But when Smith wasn't there. . . He was with his Angel." I say.
Smith smiles and rubs his daughter's arm.
"I can remember the first time I thought of this story. My first thought was just seeing this little girl, grab him, and yell 'Daddy!' Then one thing led to another. And now I have a story over one hundred fifty pages. . . And I wish to god I could show you guys more. I wish I could just find Hugo Weaving, wave this story in this face, and make a movie. I wish I could to that for you guys. You people deserve it. It'd be nice. I'll be the co-director!"
I hold out my hands, like a director, and they laugh.
"I do want to write as a career, go on to that to making movies." I sigh.
"Well you can certainly do that." Smith says, and I smile at him.
"I remember seeing you for the first time, Smith." I say, crawling closer to the two of them.
"Really?" Angel asks.
"I remember when I was really young, about eight, in 1999. My parents had rented a movie, called "The Matrix." They told me it was rated R, so I didn't watch it with them. I went to my room, and hours went by. So I snuck in, to see if the movie was done. . ."
I pause, picturing the memory. The moment that probably led to this. The moment you all need to thank for.
"And?" Angel asks.
I turn back to them, and I stare at Smith. Those blue eyes I saw so long ago. I smile at him.
"I saw you. I saw you interrogating Morpheus." I say finally.
"Oh-no." He says.
"I see this guy in a suit, inches from the camera, with another guy, that looks like he's going to keel over and die. So the man in a suit starts yelling how much he hates the world! How much he'd give to kill us! With these big trumpets in the background!"
Smith starts laughing, and Angel giggles.
"You scared me half to death!" I point at Smith. "You scared an eight- year-old child!"
I hit him, on his shoulder, and he leans over to laugh. I laugh then too.
"Then! Then I run away scared, and then I go back. Don't ask me why, I just did. I see this same guy in a suit shoot this other guy, like ten times in the chest!"
Smith lays on the ground, still laughing, and Angel jumps on him, laughing. I stop, and stare at them together. They soon stop, and I stare at them.
"So I stayed away from the Matrix for a while. But then my friend, Andy wanted to see Reloaded with me. I had seen some commercials of it, you saying "Mr. Anderson." So I had to rent the Matrix again."
You guys thank Andy too.
"So then I watched the Matrix. I saw that scene again." My voice slows as I remember, and stare at them. "I saw you, and I saw your pain. . ."
Smith turns.
"That night around twelve, I watched it again with my PS2. . . Oh, Smith. . . And now here we are. That pain seemed to grow into power in Reloaded. And then the. . . The inevitable came. . ."
Angel turns to her father, and lies next to him, comforting him. I lower my head.
"I say you die. . . We all watched it. We saw you go. . . insane. . . We saw you. . ." I grab his arm. "If it makes you feel any better I yelled "Smith will suffice!" At the end of the movie. . ."
He smiles, and she smiled. They turn back to me, and I sit next to them here, in their little heaven.
"I liked Neo, I loved that Zion won the first battle. I loved the Twins, and the other Agents. I miss Agent Brown. The one on the laptop, he was cute. But you. . ."
I lean closer to them.
"Very few see the virtues of your pain. It is very subtle."
Smith holds his daughter, tighter.
"I'm glad you saw." He says.
"So now we must part. We must leave, and say our goodbyes. They are going to leave us now. We cannot go on. This is our end, and your beginning." I say.
The smile and look at each other.
"Now you guys, my viewers. . . Bye. I thank you. I'm glad I've given this story to you, and I'm glad you were here. All those things you say, that you cried, you love it. You don't know how much that means. I mean, come on. I'm thirteen! I'm still in Middle School! So yeah, it makes me feel like I will be able to do this. I will someday write, and make movies. . . Thank you guys. . ."
Smith puts his arm around me.
"Now get out of here! Zion is having a big party. Unless you're still plugged in. In that case, I hear you're going to have a birthday soon." I turn Angel.
She blushes.
"Yeah, I want to try chocolate cake." She says.
I laugh a little, and stare at the again. They have such beautiful eyes. . .
"Goodbye." I say to you.
"Bye!" Angel yells.
Smith smiles, and simply nods. Just like Smith.
And now we sit in this field. The place where we stay often. Where father and daughter play, and author watches lovingly. Here, in the field, there is no more pain. No more tears or blood. Here they are happy. Here they are together.
And I watch, as Smith kisses his daughter, and she rests on his shoulder.
Together
Now and Forever
Father and Daughter
An Agent and an Angel
No more pain
No more. . .
Only love
I sit here in their field, awaiting them. My legs spread on the green grass, and my arms lay in my lap. I sit on this small hill, and gaze at it all. I only stare at the beautiful day. The flowers are blooming, and the sun is high. I can see two butterflies dancing over there. This world has come a long way. I can remember the first time I thought of this. This entire world. This field I sit in right now. This little world, my little creation, with so much more than just that. I sit here on the hill, and I just want to say goodbye.
"Hi. . .Over this year I've written this story. I've inspired people. I've made people cry. . . I want you to know, I cried too."
And turn my head, unsure of what to say. I've had so much time to think about this, but now I draw a blank.
"Shadow!"
Angel jumps on me, and hugs me from behind. We laugh, and I grab her hand.
"Hey, Angel." I say.
"Where've you been!?" Angel asks.
"Oh, around." I say, looking at her stunning blue eyes. "Where's your father?" I ask her.
She smiles me, I'm so glad she's happy now. I'm so glad to see how much she's grown. She turns, and smiles at Smith.
"You should visit us more often, Angel has taken quite a liking to you."
I turn my head, and smile. Angel runs to her father, and he walks to me.
"Oh, and you haven't?" I ask slyly.
He laughs, and sits down next to me, his legs crossed.
"Of course I have." He says.
I look at the two of them. Angel sits in her father's lap, and he smiles at her. They wear no suits, no cloaks, no shades. They look at the world with their beautiful eyes. They've come so far, and been through so much.
But now everything is okay, I know it as I look at them.
"Were you in the middle of something?" Smith asks me.
I nod, and lower my head, a little embarrassed.
"Well, go on. Continue."
"Okay, okay. . ." I say. "I've taken Agent Smith, the program that became a Virus. The Agent that was freed. One that hates all emotion." I start.
"Hey!" Smith interjects. Angel giggles.
"And I gave him. . . I gave him an angel."
Smith and I look to Angel, she laughs at our staring eyes.
"I gave him a gift, a daughter. And I threw them into the world of the Matrix. Right there between Reloaded and Revolutions. We knew their fate. We knew what would happen. Smith would do this, and that, shoot the Keymaker, etc. . . But when Smith wasn't there. . . He was with his Angel." I say.
Smith smiles and rubs his daughter's arm.
"I can remember the first time I thought of this story. My first thought was just seeing this little girl, grab him, and yell 'Daddy!' Then one thing led to another. And now I have a story over one hundred fifty pages. . . And I wish to god I could show you guys more. I wish I could just find Hugo Weaving, wave this story in this face, and make a movie. I wish I could to that for you guys. You people deserve it. It'd be nice. I'll be the co-director!"
I hold out my hands, like a director, and they laugh.
"I do want to write as a career, go on to that to making movies." I sigh.
"Well you can certainly do that." Smith says, and I smile at him.
"I remember seeing you for the first time, Smith." I say, crawling closer to the two of them.
"Really?" Angel asks.
"I remember when I was really young, about eight, in 1999. My parents had rented a movie, called "The Matrix." They told me it was rated R, so I didn't watch it with them. I went to my room, and hours went by. So I snuck in, to see if the movie was done. . ."
I pause, picturing the memory. The moment that probably led to this. The moment you all need to thank for.
"And?" Angel asks.
I turn back to them, and I stare at Smith. Those blue eyes I saw so long ago. I smile at him.
"I saw you. I saw you interrogating Morpheus." I say finally.
"Oh-no." He says.
"I see this guy in a suit, inches from the camera, with another guy, that looks like he's going to keel over and die. So the man in a suit starts yelling how much he hates the world! How much he'd give to kill us! With these big trumpets in the background!"
Smith starts laughing, and Angel giggles.
"You scared me half to death!" I point at Smith. "You scared an eight- year-old child!"
I hit him, on his shoulder, and he leans over to laugh. I laugh then too.
"Then! Then I run away scared, and then I go back. Don't ask me why, I just did. I see this same guy in a suit shoot this other guy, like ten times in the chest!"
Smith lays on the ground, still laughing, and Angel jumps on him, laughing. I stop, and stare at them together. They soon stop, and I stare at them.
"So I stayed away from the Matrix for a while. But then my friend, Andy wanted to see Reloaded with me. I had seen some commercials of it, you saying "Mr. Anderson." So I had to rent the Matrix again."
You guys thank Andy too.
"So then I watched the Matrix. I saw that scene again." My voice slows as I remember, and stare at them. "I saw you, and I saw your pain. . ."
Smith turns.
"That night around twelve, I watched it again with my PS2. . . Oh, Smith. . . And now here we are. That pain seemed to grow into power in Reloaded. And then the. . . The inevitable came. . ."
Angel turns to her father, and lies next to him, comforting him. I lower my head.
"I say you die. . . We all watched it. We saw you go. . . insane. . . We saw you. . ." I grab his arm. "If it makes you feel any better I yelled "Smith will suffice!" At the end of the movie. . ."
He smiles, and she smiled. They turn back to me, and I sit next to them here, in their little heaven.
"I liked Neo, I loved that Zion won the first battle. I loved the Twins, and the other Agents. I miss Agent Brown. The one on the laptop, he was cute. But you. . ."
I lean closer to them.
"Very few see the virtues of your pain. It is very subtle."
Smith holds his daughter, tighter.
"I'm glad you saw." He says.
"So now we must part. We must leave, and say our goodbyes. They are going to leave us now. We cannot go on. This is our end, and your beginning." I say.
The smile and look at each other.
"Now you guys, my viewers. . . Bye. I thank you. I'm glad I've given this story to you, and I'm glad you were here. All those things you say, that you cried, you love it. You don't know how much that means. I mean, come on. I'm thirteen! I'm still in Middle School! So yeah, it makes me feel like I will be able to do this. I will someday write, and make movies. . . Thank you guys. . ."
Smith puts his arm around me.
"Now get out of here! Zion is having a big party. Unless you're still plugged in. In that case, I hear you're going to have a birthday soon." I turn Angel.
She blushes.
"Yeah, I want to try chocolate cake." She says.
I laugh a little, and stare at the again. They have such beautiful eyes. . .
"Goodbye." I say to you.
"Bye!" Angel yells.
Smith smiles, and simply nods. Just like Smith.
And now we sit in this field. The place where we stay often. Where father and daughter play, and author watches lovingly. Here, in the field, there is no more pain. No more tears or blood. Here they are happy. Here they are together.
And I watch, as Smith kisses his daughter, and she rests on his shoulder.
Together
Now and Forever
Father and Daughter
An Agent and an Angel
No more pain
No more. . .
Only love