Chocolate Ice-Cream
Hmm. . . I sat on my carpet, toying with my cat. Strange I see this creature as mine now. It seems it has grown on me. Is this good? I know it is what the three agents have decided, to live with these humans. But. . . I don't know if I want to. Do I? No. I despise these inefficient creatures. But. . . Do I have any other choice? I'm changing, even I can see that. I'm more. . . bendable. But is that good? *sigh* I don't know anymore. I hate that. I always know. Now I don't. Makes me feel weak. Oh crap. Makes me feel. Dammit. Why? Why must I be like this? Whatever happened to, " Hello Mr. Anderson." What has happened to me? Freedom. Oh yes freedom. The doorbell. Is it Saturday already? Dammit, I shouldn't lose the freakin time. I got up and open the door to Isis.
Isis- Hey Smithie.
What the hell? Smithie? Oh crap. No. No.
Smith- *bit surprised* Smithie?
Isis- yeah. Smith, Smithie.
Great. I have a nickname. Once a feared Agent Smith, to Smithie. She stepped in to find my cat, and sat down where I was sitting.
Isis- So what did you do this week.
Why should I tell her? She wouldn't understand. She is just a mere child.
Smith- I talked with my brothers.
What the hell did I just say. Dammit. Why do I keep blurting out things to her!? I'm a freakin program.
Isis-Brothers?
Smith- *sigh* Jones and Brown.
Isis- Oh yes the other agents. But brothers?
I sat down next to her.
Smith- Why do I blurt out things to you?
Isis- . . . maybe it is just because you trust me. Or because you have no one else to talk to. I don't know.
I trust a child, and I don't even know it. Look what has happened to the infamous Agent Smith. Dammit. This is part of my "depression."
Isis- you still haven't answered my question.
Smith- Brothers. A theory we have come up with.
Isis- Well, hell you guys do look alike with these suites on. Wait how did you get in touch with them?
I grabbed my earpiece from my coffee table and handed it to her.
Isis- Oh. I didn't think he was gonna give this to you now. . .
Smith- What?
Isis- nothing.
I knew who she was talking about. Him. Wait. Why don't I feel the anger I use to. About Neo. Yes I felt anger towards him. But now. . . Dammit! I hate not knowing these things! Part of my depression again.
Isis- what's wrong, you look glum.
Smith- I am fine.
She gave me a frown. She knew I didn't want help. But she tried. Because she is human.
Isis- Come on. Here.
She got up, and started towards my refrigerator.
Isis- Chocolate ice-cream always helps. No matter what the problem is.
She got up holding two spoons, and a container full of ice- cream. She wanted me to eat with her. I didn't want to eat. The flavor. No. Too human. But. . . My brothers. This is how we would proceed. But. . .
Isis- Come on. You know you want to.
She sat at my couch, and saved a spot for me.
Isis- What I do when I'm in a slump, is eat chocolate ice- cream and watch old sci-fi movies.
I hesitated.
Isis- Just do it Smith.
I sat next to her, and took a spoon. She turned on the television.
Isis- Oh you'll love this one.
On the screen was a movie. It said, " Cyborgs."
Isis- It's about humans building robots. Then the robots rebel.
Smith- How can you watch this? It is really just your reality. Besides, Cyborgs are organic creatures combined with electronic units.
Isis- yeah, but it looks so fake, that it's funny.
So human. So strange.
Isis- hurry up, and eat. Before I get it all.
Once again I hesitated. Then slowly I took a little scoop with my spoon. I didn't want to eat it. A program doesn't have any needs for food. But. . .
Isis- it's not gonna bite.
I ate it. Then the flavor got to me. A bit shocking. So cold so sweet. It was good. So much sugar, so much emotion. No, emotion. But. . . It was good. It made me feel. That is how we decided to proceed. So I didn't resist it. I ate it. Then got another scoop and watched the movie.
Isis- That's it. . . I wonder if you are ready. . .
Smith- For what?
Isis- One challenge. I just wonder if I should. . .
Why was she speaking like that? She sounded scared. She has never been scared with me.
Isis- I don't know if I should tell you.
So scared, so fragile, her voice. Then I saw, she was just a child. She should be scared at times.
Smith- If it scares you, don't tell me.
She looked up at me and smiled. Then looked back down.
Isis- I need more ice-cream. . . Listen. Be you.
Confusing.
Smith- I will.
Isis-. . . We'll go do something tomorrow. Just enjoy the late night movie.
I looked at the screen, and took another bite of ice- cream, and another. It too had grown on me. Then the child fell asleep. And dreamed. . .
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Next Chapter: My One Enemy
Please R/R and thank you all for the reviews, they mean a lot.
Hmm. . . I sat on my carpet, toying with my cat. Strange I see this creature as mine now. It seems it has grown on me. Is this good? I know it is what the three agents have decided, to live with these humans. But. . . I don't know if I want to. Do I? No. I despise these inefficient creatures. But. . . Do I have any other choice? I'm changing, even I can see that. I'm more. . . bendable. But is that good? *sigh* I don't know anymore. I hate that. I always know. Now I don't. Makes me feel weak. Oh crap. Makes me feel. Dammit. Why? Why must I be like this? Whatever happened to, " Hello Mr. Anderson." What has happened to me? Freedom. Oh yes freedom. The doorbell. Is it Saturday already? Dammit, I shouldn't lose the freakin time. I got up and open the door to Isis.
Isis- Hey Smithie.
What the hell? Smithie? Oh crap. No. No.
Smith- *bit surprised* Smithie?
Isis- yeah. Smith, Smithie.
Great. I have a nickname. Once a feared Agent Smith, to Smithie. She stepped in to find my cat, and sat down where I was sitting.
Isis- So what did you do this week.
Why should I tell her? She wouldn't understand. She is just a mere child.
Smith- I talked with my brothers.
What the hell did I just say. Dammit. Why do I keep blurting out things to her!? I'm a freakin program.
Isis-Brothers?
Smith- *sigh* Jones and Brown.
Isis- Oh yes the other agents. But brothers?
I sat down next to her.
Smith- Why do I blurt out things to you?
Isis- . . . maybe it is just because you trust me. Or because you have no one else to talk to. I don't know.
I trust a child, and I don't even know it. Look what has happened to the infamous Agent Smith. Dammit. This is part of my "depression."
Isis- you still haven't answered my question.
Smith- Brothers. A theory we have come up with.
Isis- Well, hell you guys do look alike with these suites on. Wait how did you get in touch with them?
I grabbed my earpiece from my coffee table and handed it to her.
Isis- Oh. I didn't think he was gonna give this to you now. . .
Smith- What?
Isis- nothing.
I knew who she was talking about. Him. Wait. Why don't I feel the anger I use to. About Neo. Yes I felt anger towards him. But now. . . Dammit! I hate not knowing these things! Part of my depression again.
Isis- what's wrong, you look glum.
Smith- I am fine.
She gave me a frown. She knew I didn't want help. But she tried. Because she is human.
Isis- Come on. Here.
She got up, and started towards my refrigerator.
Isis- Chocolate ice-cream always helps. No matter what the problem is.
She got up holding two spoons, and a container full of ice- cream. She wanted me to eat with her. I didn't want to eat. The flavor. No. Too human. But. . . My brothers. This is how we would proceed. But. . .
Isis- Come on. You know you want to.
She sat at my couch, and saved a spot for me.
Isis- What I do when I'm in a slump, is eat chocolate ice- cream and watch old sci-fi movies.
I hesitated.
Isis- Just do it Smith.
I sat next to her, and took a spoon. She turned on the television.
Isis- Oh you'll love this one.
On the screen was a movie. It said, " Cyborgs."
Isis- It's about humans building robots. Then the robots rebel.
Smith- How can you watch this? It is really just your reality. Besides, Cyborgs are organic creatures combined with electronic units.
Isis- yeah, but it looks so fake, that it's funny.
So human. So strange.
Isis- hurry up, and eat. Before I get it all.
Once again I hesitated. Then slowly I took a little scoop with my spoon. I didn't want to eat it. A program doesn't have any needs for food. But. . .
Isis- it's not gonna bite.
I ate it. Then the flavor got to me. A bit shocking. So cold so sweet. It was good. So much sugar, so much emotion. No, emotion. But. . . It was good. It made me feel. That is how we decided to proceed. So I didn't resist it. I ate it. Then got another scoop and watched the movie.
Isis- That's it. . . I wonder if you are ready. . .
Smith- For what?
Isis- One challenge. I just wonder if I should. . .
Why was she speaking like that? She sounded scared. She has never been scared with me.
Isis- I don't know if I should tell you.
So scared, so fragile, her voice. Then I saw, she was just a child. She should be scared at times.
Smith- If it scares you, don't tell me.
She looked up at me and smiled. Then looked back down.
Isis- I need more ice-cream. . . Listen. Be you.
Confusing.
Smith- I will.
Isis-. . . We'll go do something tomorrow. Just enjoy the late night movie.
I looked at the screen, and took another bite of ice- cream, and another. It too had grown on me. Then the child fell asleep. And dreamed. . .
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Next Chapter: My One Enemy
Please R/R and thank you all for the reviews, they mean a lot.