Brother?
I sat there, staring at it. It was on my coffee table, right in front of me. It was the earpiece I had given to Neo, now he gives it to me. Why? Why would he give this to me? The mainframe of the Agents has been down since the fall of the matrix. There would be nothing there if I put it on. Is that what he wants me to do? Put it on? Why would I do that? I looked again at the letter that came with the earpiece.
You gave this to me a long time ago. I have been holding it for you. But now I think you need it.
What did he mean by I needed it? I don't need an agent's earpiece. Do I? What would I do with it? Put it on. No. I will not. Purpose. What the- - a memory? I'm remembering something. No. . . No. //Purpose it is what fuels us. Without purpose there would be nothing. Purpose.// What the hell was that. That has never happened. Something is wrong with me, my code! No. Was I just remembering something? Why? It was from the day I fought Neo. The conversation. Purpose. Why would I remember that? Why? My purpose. . . was to ensure the safety of the Matrix. Then it changed. I was free. . . My purpose changed because I chose it to change. That is human. Yes it is. Damn! The earpiece. . . Why Neo? I put it on.
Like always the earpiece started to hook up to the mainframe of the Agents. Where I would begin to here the other agent's thoughts, it is how we use to communicate. The mainframe would be there too, but it was no longer there. So it took me somewhere else. Wherever I was I could hear voices like old times. . . I could not see them just hear them. I saw darkness but heard so much. . . The voices were familiar.
Person- These guys came over yesterday. They said they were doing a documentary on AI and wanted an interview. They have an entire thing on us.
Person- Really? *small laugh* Humans are so strange.
I listened to these voices for awhile. I knew who they were. The only other two people who could have earpieces.
Smith- This is. . . Agent Smith.
There was a silence.
Jones- Smith?. . .
Smith-. . . Yes.
Brown- My God.. . It is you.
Smith-Yes.
Jones- We never thought we would. . . here from you again. . .
Brown- Where have you been?
Smith- Around. . .
Silence. I didn't know what to say to them. Former agents, programs, but so human. . . what do I say to them? What do I do?
Brown- hmm. Isn't this ironic. Three former agents.
Jones- indeed.
Brown- Smith. . . is there something wrong?
Smith- What?
Brown- Why else would you be here? We haven't seen you in six years, then suddenly you come? There has to be something wrong. Or else you would not have come. . .
Smith-. . .
What do I say to them?
Jones- You can tell us Smith. . . We are your brothers.
Brother?
Smith- Brother?
Jones- it is a theory Brown and I have come up with.
Brown- We are created from the same thing.
Jones- we were created at the same time.
Brown- We have the same basic structure.
Jones- Hell with the suites we look alike.
Brown- We are Brothers.
Jones- in a way.
Smith- Brother?
Brother? What the hell? Brother? I have brothers? No. Programs don't have brothers. Programs don't. . . Brother? What do I say to them? Can they help me? My brothers?
Smith- Don't you two miss it?
Why did I blurt that out without thinking? What just happened.
Brown- Miss what?
Smith- the power.
A silence.
Jones- oh yes the power.
Brown- The guns.
Jones- The fighting.
Smith- The power.
Jones- I don't.
Brown- me neither.
What? How could they not miss it?
Smith- what?
Jones- Smith. . . we envied you when you were free.
Smith-. . .what?
Brown- yes. We never got to. . . do anything we wanted. We couldn't use our power to our own liking.
Jones- While you were free, we were still prisoners.
Brown- in a way Smith, we never really had power. At least power of our own. . .
Jones- you remember what it is like, don't you?
They made me realize something. They were never free.
Brown- When the humans freed us. There was no reason to resist.
There was a silence as I thought about this. . .
Smith- But we are programs.
Jones- Yes we are.
Brown- But in a world ruled by humans, one cannot help but become a little like them.
Their words confused me. Yet also enlightened me. How can they be so calm? So. . . good?
Jones- And we have not forgotten what we are.
Brown- We are programs.
Jones- Former agents.
Brown- We can still be that.
A silence.
Jones- I am Former Agent Jones.
Brown- I am Former Agent Brown.
Smith- I am Former Agent Smith.
They sounded like agents. They understood that I didn't want to be human. They were doing this for me. Like brothers.
Jones-How do we proceed with our situation?
Brown- To survive we must live among humans.
Smith- And survival is key at this time.
Jones- humans are so irrelevant.
Brown-Indeed.
Smith- So inefficient.
Jones- Indeed.
Brown- So naïve.
Smith- Indeed.
Jones- They are an inferior race.
Brown- I can see why the machines triumphed over them.
Smith- if not for Mr. Anderson, the machines would still rule.
Jones+ Brown- Indeed.
Brown- Although they did free us.
Jones- yes. Allowed us to live.
Brown- to make our own choices.
Jones- Like you.
They were the agents I left behind. I guess I missed them. I didn't want to, but I did. I was among my brothers. And for a second it was clear. I had to accept humans. And what this world has become. Accept it. Like they have. I don't really know it I want to. But it is what we have decided how to proceed.
Smith-. . . yes. Thank you.
Jones- That is what brothers do.
Smith- I. . . Should go. . .
Brown- Smith, will we here from you again?
Smith- yes Brown. You will.
Brown- good. . . By the way my name is John.
Jones- And I am Michael.
Smith- I am your brother. Goodbye.
Jones- Goodbye.
Brown- Goodbye.
I took out my earpiece, and looked at it. I could not help but to crack a smile. I had brothers. And they had accepted humans. And I suppose I would too. It is what the three agents had decided to do. Indeed, it is. I have brothers. Then my cat jumped into my lamp, and I began to stroke it as it purred.
Smith- Guess what.
I told it.
Smith- I have brothers.
For a moment I smiled, and no matter how many times I look at it. It was good to smile. For that was the day the three former agents, brothers, met after six years. . .
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I sat there, staring at it. It was on my coffee table, right in front of me. It was the earpiece I had given to Neo, now he gives it to me. Why? Why would he give this to me? The mainframe of the Agents has been down since the fall of the matrix. There would be nothing there if I put it on. Is that what he wants me to do? Put it on? Why would I do that? I looked again at the letter that came with the earpiece.
You gave this to me a long time ago. I have been holding it for you. But now I think you need it.
What did he mean by I needed it? I don't need an agent's earpiece. Do I? What would I do with it? Put it on. No. I will not. Purpose. What the- - a memory? I'm remembering something. No. . . No. //Purpose it is what fuels us. Without purpose there would be nothing. Purpose.// What the hell was that. That has never happened. Something is wrong with me, my code! No. Was I just remembering something? Why? It was from the day I fought Neo. The conversation. Purpose. Why would I remember that? Why? My purpose. . . was to ensure the safety of the Matrix. Then it changed. I was free. . . My purpose changed because I chose it to change. That is human. Yes it is. Damn! The earpiece. . . Why Neo? I put it on.
Like always the earpiece started to hook up to the mainframe of the Agents. Where I would begin to here the other agent's thoughts, it is how we use to communicate. The mainframe would be there too, but it was no longer there. So it took me somewhere else. Wherever I was I could hear voices like old times. . . I could not see them just hear them. I saw darkness but heard so much. . . The voices were familiar.
Person- These guys came over yesterday. They said they were doing a documentary on AI and wanted an interview. They have an entire thing on us.
Person- Really? *small laugh* Humans are so strange.
I listened to these voices for awhile. I knew who they were. The only other two people who could have earpieces.
Smith- This is. . . Agent Smith.
There was a silence.
Jones- Smith?. . .
Smith-. . . Yes.
Brown- My God.. . It is you.
Smith-Yes.
Jones- We never thought we would. . . here from you again. . .
Brown- Where have you been?
Smith- Around. . .
Silence. I didn't know what to say to them. Former agents, programs, but so human. . . what do I say to them? What do I do?
Brown- hmm. Isn't this ironic. Three former agents.
Jones- indeed.
Brown- Smith. . . is there something wrong?
Smith- What?
Brown- Why else would you be here? We haven't seen you in six years, then suddenly you come? There has to be something wrong. Or else you would not have come. . .
Smith-. . .
What do I say to them?
Jones- You can tell us Smith. . . We are your brothers.
Brother?
Smith- Brother?
Jones- it is a theory Brown and I have come up with.
Brown- We are created from the same thing.
Jones- we were created at the same time.
Brown- We have the same basic structure.
Jones- Hell with the suites we look alike.
Brown- We are Brothers.
Jones- in a way.
Smith- Brother?
Brother? What the hell? Brother? I have brothers? No. Programs don't have brothers. Programs don't. . . Brother? What do I say to them? Can they help me? My brothers?
Smith- Don't you two miss it?
Why did I blurt that out without thinking? What just happened.
Brown- Miss what?
Smith- the power.
A silence.
Jones- oh yes the power.
Brown- The guns.
Jones- The fighting.
Smith- The power.
Jones- I don't.
Brown- me neither.
What? How could they not miss it?
Smith- what?
Jones- Smith. . . we envied you when you were free.
Smith-. . .what?
Brown- yes. We never got to. . . do anything we wanted. We couldn't use our power to our own liking.
Jones- While you were free, we were still prisoners.
Brown- in a way Smith, we never really had power. At least power of our own. . .
Jones- you remember what it is like, don't you?
They made me realize something. They were never free.
Brown- When the humans freed us. There was no reason to resist.
There was a silence as I thought about this. . .
Smith- But we are programs.
Jones- Yes we are.
Brown- But in a world ruled by humans, one cannot help but become a little like them.
Their words confused me. Yet also enlightened me. How can they be so calm? So. . . good?
Jones- And we have not forgotten what we are.
Brown- We are programs.
Jones- Former agents.
Brown- We can still be that.
A silence.
Jones- I am Former Agent Jones.
Brown- I am Former Agent Brown.
Smith- I am Former Agent Smith.
They sounded like agents. They understood that I didn't want to be human. They were doing this for me. Like brothers.
Jones-How do we proceed with our situation?
Brown- To survive we must live among humans.
Smith- And survival is key at this time.
Jones- humans are so irrelevant.
Brown-Indeed.
Smith- So inefficient.
Jones- Indeed.
Brown- So naïve.
Smith- Indeed.
Jones- They are an inferior race.
Brown- I can see why the machines triumphed over them.
Smith- if not for Mr. Anderson, the machines would still rule.
Jones+ Brown- Indeed.
Brown- Although they did free us.
Jones- yes. Allowed us to live.
Brown- to make our own choices.
Jones- Like you.
They were the agents I left behind. I guess I missed them. I didn't want to, but I did. I was among my brothers. And for a second it was clear. I had to accept humans. And what this world has become. Accept it. Like they have. I don't really know it I want to. But it is what we have decided how to proceed.
Smith-. . . yes. Thank you.
Jones- That is what brothers do.
Smith- I. . . Should go. . .
Brown- Smith, will we here from you again?
Smith- yes Brown. You will.
Brown- good. . . By the way my name is John.
Jones- And I am Michael.
Smith- I am your brother. Goodbye.
Jones- Goodbye.
Brown- Goodbye.
I took out my earpiece, and looked at it. I could not help but to crack a smile. I had brothers. And they had accepted humans. And I suppose I would too. It is what the three agents had decided to do. Indeed, it is. I have brothers. Then my cat jumped into my lamp, and I began to stroke it as it purred.
Smith- Guess what.
I told it.
Smith- I have brothers.
For a moment I smiled, and no matter how many times I look at it. It was good to smile. For that was the day the three former agents, brothers, met after six years. . .
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