Dreaming?
The child was asleep on my couch. I was sitting inches away from her. She looked so defenseless. So innocent. So peaceful. I did not want to think that. But I did. I sat there, without a tie, a jacket, or sunglasses. And I watched the child sleep. I have never slept. A program does not need to sleep. But when I still was connected to the mainframe, I would be shut "off" when my services were not needed. I assume it is the same. I started to get up when I heard a little noise. It was the child. She was talking in her sleep. This is not unusual for humans. Some snore some talk, some even walk. She said, "Adam." In a small voice. Who was Adam? I knew it would be considered rude, if I continued to watch her. So I left to my bedroom. And put on my suite.
There I found "my" Cat on my bed. I never really came in here. There was nothing really in my bedroom. There I sat next to my cat, stroking it. Something about tonight made it seem so quiet. The cat began to waves its paws around. It too was dreaming. I have never dreamed. There is no point. I stayed there with the cat until the child awoke.
I met in my kitchen as she sat down on my table. She had made some beverage for herself. She stared at me for a moment.
Isis- What?
Smith- Nothing.
The child went back to her drink, staring aimlessly into it. She seemed sad.
Smith- What is wrong?
Isis- . . . Nothing.
Smith- is it Adam?
The child cough a little, and stared at me.
Isis- what?
Smith- Adam. You said his name while you were asleep.
The child once again looked into her drink. It was a simple question, why did she not answer it?
Isis- Take off those damn sunglasses.
I did not. I did not want them off like yesterday. They were mine. The child looked at me then reached over and snatched them off. The anger I felt. I was going to take them back, but I knew this would only encourage her to do this again. She looked at them for a moment then looked at me. Strangely.
Isis- Your eyes. There blue. . .
Smith- yes.
She looked at them further. I was a little annoyed by her starring.
Isis- you want to know about Adam?
Smith- yes.
Isis- ok. I lied. I never had parents. Not even in the matrix.
Smith- why did you lie?
Isis-. . . I guess I just did not want to remember that day. The Zion attack. It seems my life pretty much died that day.
She stared into her drink. But we had something in common.
Smith- so did mine.
She looked up at me. Then back at her drink.
Isis- Adam was like brother. But more. You know? He died saving me. Right there in front of me was his body. A machine had stabbed him. Right there he lay in his own blood. I crawled toward him and he looked at me with is blue eyes, and died. He did not say anything, he just died. But for a moment there were no machines, no sounds, nothing. Just me and the only person who ever cared for me. Then Neo came. . . I was just dreaming that day.
Smith- that is a nightmare.
Isis- no it was a dream. I got to see him again.
There was a long silence. The child seemed so sad. How could she death is a way of life. You live, you die. Yet I guess right in front of you. At such a young age. . . I felt a little sad. I did not want to.
Isis- But you don't care. I mean how many people have you killed?
I looked at her. In a surprised look. Why was I surprised? How could she bring that up?
Smith- I am. . . Sorry.
Isis- that means a lot coming from you.
There was a silence. And I wondered why humans are so close to each other. What makes them care?
Isis- have you ever dreamed Smith?
Smith- I have never slept.
Isis- then I truly pity you.
Smith- Why!
Isis- in dreams you can do anything. You can dream of having power too Smith. Dreams are like a vacation you can visit over and over again.
Smith- Dreams are not real.
Isis- it doesn't matter.
Dreaming? A program does not dream. Then why do I want to dream now?
Isis- Anyway. Go do something human. I'll make me some food.
Dreaming? I went to the couch, and I met the cat there. I began stroking it once again.
Smith- You are a program, like me. Then why do you dream?
A question. I thought of for a while.
Isis- hey Smith! You have mail!
Mail? I have never gotten mail from anyone. I don not know anyone, how could they send mail?
Smith- Me?
Isis- yeah you. See right her. Mr. Agent Smith. Here.
It was a brown folder with no return address on it, strange. I opened it, and out came an. . . earpiece! An Agent earpiece. Oh my God. Who could still have one these!? Also inside was a letter. Saying:
You gave this to me a long time ago. I have been holding it for you. But now I think you need it.
It was not signed. But I knew who it was. I looked at the earpiece for a while, and put it down.
Ok sorry. I made a little mistake. "Brother?" is the next chapter. See you guys soon!
The child was asleep on my couch. I was sitting inches away from her. She looked so defenseless. So innocent. So peaceful. I did not want to think that. But I did. I sat there, without a tie, a jacket, or sunglasses. And I watched the child sleep. I have never slept. A program does not need to sleep. But when I still was connected to the mainframe, I would be shut "off" when my services were not needed. I assume it is the same. I started to get up when I heard a little noise. It was the child. She was talking in her sleep. This is not unusual for humans. Some snore some talk, some even walk. She said, "Adam." In a small voice. Who was Adam? I knew it would be considered rude, if I continued to watch her. So I left to my bedroom. And put on my suite.
There I found "my" Cat on my bed. I never really came in here. There was nothing really in my bedroom. There I sat next to my cat, stroking it. Something about tonight made it seem so quiet. The cat began to waves its paws around. It too was dreaming. I have never dreamed. There is no point. I stayed there with the cat until the child awoke.
I met in my kitchen as she sat down on my table. She had made some beverage for herself. She stared at me for a moment.
Isis- What?
Smith- Nothing.
The child went back to her drink, staring aimlessly into it. She seemed sad.
Smith- What is wrong?
Isis- . . . Nothing.
Smith- is it Adam?
The child cough a little, and stared at me.
Isis- what?
Smith- Adam. You said his name while you were asleep.
The child once again looked into her drink. It was a simple question, why did she not answer it?
Isis- Take off those damn sunglasses.
I did not. I did not want them off like yesterday. They were mine. The child looked at me then reached over and snatched them off. The anger I felt. I was going to take them back, but I knew this would only encourage her to do this again. She looked at them for a moment then looked at me. Strangely.
Isis- Your eyes. There blue. . .
Smith- yes.
She looked at them further. I was a little annoyed by her starring.
Isis- you want to know about Adam?
Smith- yes.
Isis- ok. I lied. I never had parents. Not even in the matrix.
Smith- why did you lie?
Isis-. . . I guess I just did not want to remember that day. The Zion attack. It seems my life pretty much died that day.
She stared into her drink. But we had something in common.
Smith- so did mine.
She looked up at me. Then back at her drink.
Isis- Adam was like brother. But more. You know? He died saving me. Right there in front of me was his body. A machine had stabbed him. Right there he lay in his own blood. I crawled toward him and he looked at me with is blue eyes, and died. He did not say anything, he just died. But for a moment there were no machines, no sounds, nothing. Just me and the only person who ever cared for me. Then Neo came. . . I was just dreaming that day.
Smith- that is a nightmare.
Isis- no it was a dream. I got to see him again.
There was a long silence. The child seemed so sad. How could she death is a way of life. You live, you die. Yet I guess right in front of you. At such a young age. . . I felt a little sad. I did not want to.
Isis- But you don't care. I mean how many people have you killed?
I looked at her. In a surprised look. Why was I surprised? How could she bring that up?
Smith- I am. . . Sorry.
Isis- that means a lot coming from you.
There was a silence. And I wondered why humans are so close to each other. What makes them care?
Isis- have you ever dreamed Smith?
Smith- I have never slept.
Isis- then I truly pity you.
Smith- Why!
Isis- in dreams you can do anything. You can dream of having power too Smith. Dreams are like a vacation you can visit over and over again.
Smith- Dreams are not real.
Isis- it doesn't matter.
Dreaming? A program does not dream. Then why do I want to dream now?
Isis- Anyway. Go do something human. I'll make me some food.
Dreaming? I went to the couch, and I met the cat there. I began stroking it once again.
Smith- You are a program, like me. Then why do you dream?
A question. I thought of for a while.
Isis- hey Smith! You have mail!
Mail? I have never gotten mail from anyone. I don not know anyone, how could they send mail?
Smith- Me?
Isis- yeah you. See right her. Mr. Agent Smith. Here.
It was a brown folder with no return address on it, strange. I opened it, and out came an. . . earpiece! An Agent earpiece. Oh my God. Who could still have one these!? Also inside was a letter. Saying:
You gave this to me a long time ago. I have been holding it for you. But now I think you need it.
It was not signed. But I knew who it was. I looked at the earpiece for a while, and put it down.
Ok sorry. I made a little mistake. "Brother?" is the next chapter. See you guys soon!