The Child
My house. Here I am at my house. Another prison to keep me in. My house is what humans would call plain. It is white on the outside and inside. I have a bed that has never been slept in. A television that has never been watched. A refrigerator that has never been opened. A computer that has never been used. And a piano that has never been played. A program does not need food, sleep, or entertainment. A program needs nothing. But what can I do? Humans designed my house. And put in it what they thought I would use. So human of them to assume such a thing. My neighbors seem to avoid me at all costs. A wise decision. I do not enjoy having free time. It gives me time to think. To remember. To long for power. And that just makes me angry with myself. And that just makes me feel more human. And that makes me sick. As I stare into empty space, I wish to turn on the television. I quickly dismiss the thought, for it would be human. I am a program. A program does not need a television. I, a program for fighting, needs a gun. A knocking at my door interrupts the silence. I am a bit glad. And a bit annoyed. True I don't want to remember the past, therefore I need to do something. But I don't want to bother to do something with a human. Crap, I just realized no human would bother me without a purpose. I knew this day would come why didn't I prepare why didn't I do anything. That is not like a machine. I open the door, and there is a child there.
Child- I take it you're the program.
Smith- my name is Smith. And what business do you have here?
Child- I have been assigned to be your " humanity teacher."
Smith- I already have counseling.
Child- And you haven't been making any progress what so ever. So the agency has assigned me to stay with you on weekends to see if this way is better than counseling.
Smith- And why did they assign me a child?
Child- I'm no ordinary child Mr. Smith. I am a certified 13 year old genius. And I am very interested in A.I. Plus the agency assumes a child's purity and imagination yadayada might work better with you. Oh yeah and my name is, Isis.
Smith- *Grunt* well then Isis come in.
Damn! Why don't they just shoot me, hang me, and then delete me! A child they sent a child! Damn them! Can't they see I don't care about humanity! I don't care that I am alive! Delete me! Damn. Anger, the emotion I feel the most often. If only I had a gun. I'd shoot this child and then shoot myself. I want to be alone. Alone to try and die. An agent. A free agent who had power cannot just forget the power. A program like that cannot live a life without the power. Damn! Why am I so human?
Isis- So before we begin do you have some food?
Smith- No.
Isis- Oookay, then I guess we'll go shopping later. Then let's get down to business. Name?
Smith- Agent Smith.
Isis- don't you mean former?
I gave that feeble child a look. I did not want to be reminded I am not an agent any longer. I might as well have a little pleasure in this, even if that is human. I cannot do anything about it. Maybe I should scare the child. The child didn't seem afraid. Why was she not afraid of me? I was so powerful.
Isis- sorry. Occupation?
Smith- computer programmer.
Isis- really? Interesting. Okay Mr. Smith, now we just talk.
Smith- About what?
Isis- Anything.
Smith- Why are you not afraid of me?
Isis- Hmm. Of course I'm afraid of you. Anyone would be afraid to be right next to the legendary Agent Smith.
Smith- Then why do you not show it. Isis- I don't know.
Just like any human. Typical.
Isis- anything else?
Smith- Why wont you people delete me?
I asked her that just to see the look on her face. Humans don't like to talk about death. Her expression was interesting.
Isis- you're kidding?
Smith- Programs do not "kid."
Isis- I suppose because.
Smith- It is the human thing to do?
Isis- I guess. I shouldn't be surprised at that question I mean you aren't really alive.
Smith- I am alive.
Isis- you, you think you're alive?
Smith- yes.
Isis- then why do you wish to die?
Smith- Because I do.
Isis- Aren't you afraid?
Smith- of what?
Isis- Death.
Smith- No.
Isis- why? Don't you wonder what would happen?
Smith- I do not believe in the afterlife.
Isis- Then why would you want to die, and just cease to exist?
Smith- there's nothing to live for.
Isis- then find something worth living.
Smith- why do you wish for me to live?
Isis- Because, you are a person. No one really deserves to die, so you shouldn't.
Smith- I am a program.
Isis- A program who has been through a lot.
I don't know how my simple question turned into a conversation. What is it about humans and death? Wait, the child gave me a look. A desperate look. Why was she doing that? Why does she care so much? I tilted my head in my thought.
Smith- Human understanding is what you are trying to do with me, correct?
Isis- Maybe. Well that was a very interesting first conversation.
Smith- It was pointless.
Isis- well sorry. Let's take a look around your home shall we?
The child looked about my house, humming this little tune.
Smith- You know you are not welcomed here.
Isis- I know.
Smith- then why stay?
Isis- Because.
Smith- Stupid human.
Isis- mindless drone.
Smith- pest.
Isis- hard metal.
Smith- soft fleshy.
Isis- Neo hater.
She was right. I was a Neo hater. But why have I stopped to think about it? Stupid child. Stupid agency. Someone just delete me! Crap, her voice is stuck in my head, "aren't you afraid?" why did I think that. I am not afraid of death. There is nothing to death. "aren't you afraid?" Damn! Why can't I get that out of my head? Her voice broke my thought.
Isis- Ok, your house is very. um, boring.
Smith- Stupid human.
Isis- you might want to think about getting some color, you know? To state your individuality. Maybe something with your clothes too.
Smith- Stupid human. My house and clothes are functional. That's all they need to be.
Isis- Fine! Mindless drone.
Smith- Pest.
Damn child. Why wont humans just leave me alone. Just delete me. Or at least give me a gun! Humans. So damn frustrating. Damn! Feeling emotions again. *sigh* I miss so much from six years ago. And I hate that. So human. "Aren't you afraid?" What?
My house. Here I am at my house. Another prison to keep me in. My house is what humans would call plain. It is white on the outside and inside. I have a bed that has never been slept in. A television that has never been watched. A refrigerator that has never been opened. A computer that has never been used. And a piano that has never been played. A program does not need food, sleep, or entertainment. A program needs nothing. But what can I do? Humans designed my house. And put in it what they thought I would use. So human of them to assume such a thing. My neighbors seem to avoid me at all costs. A wise decision. I do not enjoy having free time. It gives me time to think. To remember. To long for power. And that just makes me angry with myself. And that just makes me feel more human. And that makes me sick. As I stare into empty space, I wish to turn on the television. I quickly dismiss the thought, for it would be human. I am a program. A program does not need a television. I, a program for fighting, needs a gun. A knocking at my door interrupts the silence. I am a bit glad. And a bit annoyed. True I don't want to remember the past, therefore I need to do something. But I don't want to bother to do something with a human. Crap, I just realized no human would bother me without a purpose. I knew this day would come why didn't I prepare why didn't I do anything. That is not like a machine. I open the door, and there is a child there.
Child- I take it you're the program.
Smith- my name is Smith. And what business do you have here?
Child- I have been assigned to be your " humanity teacher."
Smith- I already have counseling.
Child- And you haven't been making any progress what so ever. So the agency has assigned me to stay with you on weekends to see if this way is better than counseling.
Smith- And why did they assign me a child?
Child- I'm no ordinary child Mr. Smith. I am a certified 13 year old genius. And I am very interested in A.I. Plus the agency assumes a child's purity and imagination yadayada might work better with you. Oh yeah and my name is, Isis.
Smith- *Grunt* well then Isis come in.
Damn! Why don't they just shoot me, hang me, and then delete me! A child they sent a child! Damn them! Can't they see I don't care about humanity! I don't care that I am alive! Delete me! Damn. Anger, the emotion I feel the most often. If only I had a gun. I'd shoot this child and then shoot myself. I want to be alone. Alone to try and die. An agent. A free agent who had power cannot just forget the power. A program like that cannot live a life without the power. Damn! Why am I so human?
Isis- So before we begin do you have some food?
Smith- No.
Isis- Oookay, then I guess we'll go shopping later. Then let's get down to business. Name?
Smith- Agent Smith.
Isis- don't you mean former?
I gave that feeble child a look. I did not want to be reminded I am not an agent any longer. I might as well have a little pleasure in this, even if that is human. I cannot do anything about it. Maybe I should scare the child. The child didn't seem afraid. Why was she not afraid of me? I was so powerful.
Isis- sorry. Occupation?
Smith- computer programmer.
Isis- really? Interesting. Okay Mr. Smith, now we just talk.
Smith- About what?
Isis- Anything.
Smith- Why are you not afraid of me?
Isis- Hmm. Of course I'm afraid of you. Anyone would be afraid to be right next to the legendary Agent Smith.
Smith- Then why do you not show it. Isis- I don't know.
Just like any human. Typical.
Isis- anything else?
Smith- Why wont you people delete me?
I asked her that just to see the look on her face. Humans don't like to talk about death. Her expression was interesting.
Isis- you're kidding?
Smith- Programs do not "kid."
Isis- I suppose because.
Smith- It is the human thing to do?
Isis- I guess. I shouldn't be surprised at that question I mean you aren't really alive.
Smith- I am alive.
Isis- you, you think you're alive?
Smith- yes.
Isis- then why do you wish to die?
Smith- Because I do.
Isis- Aren't you afraid?
Smith- of what?
Isis- Death.
Smith- No.
Isis- why? Don't you wonder what would happen?
Smith- I do not believe in the afterlife.
Isis- Then why would you want to die, and just cease to exist?
Smith- there's nothing to live for.
Isis- then find something worth living.
Smith- why do you wish for me to live?
Isis- Because, you are a person. No one really deserves to die, so you shouldn't.
Smith- I am a program.
Isis- A program who has been through a lot.
I don't know how my simple question turned into a conversation. What is it about humans and death? Wait, the child gave me a look. A desperate look. Why was she doing that? Why does she care so much? I tilted my head in my thought.
Smith- Human understanding is what you are trying to do with me, correct?
Isis- Maybe. Well that was a very interesting first conversation.
Smith- It was pointless.
Isis- well sorry. Let's take a look around your home shall we?
The child looked about my house, humming this little tune.
Smith- You know you are not welcomed here.
Isis- I know.
Smith- then why stay?
Isis- Because.
Smith- Stupid human.
Isis- mindless drone.
Smith- pest.
Isis- hard metal.
Smith- soft fleshy.
Isis- Neo hater.
She was right. I was a Neo hater. But why have I stopped to think about it? Stupid child. Stupid agency. Someone just delete me! Crap, her voice is stuck in my head, "aren't you afraid?" why did I think that. I am not afraid of death. There is nothing to death. "aren't you afraid?" Damn! Why can't I get that out of my head? Her voice broke my thought.
Isis- Ok, your house is very. um, boring.
Smith- Stupid human.
Isis- you might want to think about getting some color, you know? To state your individuality. Maybe something with your clothes too.
Smith- Stupid human. My house and clothes are functional. That's all they need to be.
Isis- Fine! Mindless drone.
Smith- Pest.
Damn child. Why wont humans just leave me alone. Just delete me. Or at least give me a gun! Humans. So damn frustrating. Damn! Feeling emotions again. *sigh* I miss so much from six years ago. And I hate that. So human. "Aren't you afraid?" What?