Raining Code
It was night now, the clouds had grown darker, and the sky poured rain.
Isis- Come on, we need to go get some food.
Smith- Food?
Isis- I'm hungry, we'll go get some bread. Wheat here tastes so much better than in the Matrix, come on.
Isis grabbed my hand, and got a coat for herself. She tried handing one to me.
Smith- I do not require a coat.
Isis- You sure? That body will be cold.
Smith- I do not need it.
Isis- suite yourself.
We went down the elevator, Isis hummed an annoying tune. I looked at her. She stopped.
Isis- sorry.
We entered the lobby, where the doors were glass. The rain slid down the doors. It reminded me of something. Isis grabbed my hand again, and hastily ran out the doors. And - - What's happening!?
Smith- ahh!
I ran back under the building, where it shielded me from whatever was happening. Isis looked back at me, in awe. How can she stand out there? Something is out there, I felt these things all over me. They were cold, and- - And they were raindrops. . .
Isis- What is it?
She sounded worried. I looked at her, raindrops slid down her skin. Her hair became wet, and you could see her breathe in the cold.
Smith- It's the rain. . .
Isis- The rain?
Smith- It's falling. . .
I looked down at my hand, it was wet, and a raindrop went down my finger. I could feel it. Feel it differently. This rain. . . This isn't like when I fought Neo for the last time. This rain is different. This rain is cold. . . It's harder. . . It's real. I stuck my hand out, and felt the rain drop on my hands. Every drop felt like they were hitting me, like. . . It almost hurt. The rain never stopped, it continued to fall on my hand, with no pattern at all. It was. . . Strange.
Isis- Smith, it's only rain.
I didn't move, she didn't understand. The rain. . . It never stopped. . . It never stopped being so cold. It was always rain. This sensation I felt would always be the same.
Isis- Come on.
I took a step closer to her, my hand still forward. The rain hit my head now. It made my hair wet, and went down my face. It was. . . Something. . . It started to make my clothes wet. The clothes began to stick to my skin, and I became colder. I still could feel every single drop fall on me. They never stopped.
Smith- How can you stand it?
Isis- Stand what?
Smith- The rain. . . Does it always feel this way?
Isis- Rain is rain.
Smith- Why is it so cold?
Isis- Smith, it's always like this.
Smith- But. . .
It was so cold. . . It was so strange.
Isis- Come on, let's go.
Isis grabbed my hand, and dragged me away. The rain dropped all over me. It never stopped. It hit m face, and made me wet. My hair felt strange. It was wet, but. . . Isis kept pulling me. We went passed buildings, and the statue of Neo. It still stared at me, even as rain went down both of our faces.
Isis- Come on! You can run faster than this !
But. . . I don't want to.
We ran into a market. The rain stopped hitting me inside. And the effects of being wet started to kick in. My hair still dripped water down my shirt. I looked over at Isis, her hair looked strange wet.
Isis- So, you want anything to eat?
Smith- . . . What?
I wasn't really listening to her.
Isis- Do want any food?
Smith- I still do not require food.
I don't think the taste of something real will be good.
Isis- you can wait here, I'll only be a minute.
Smith- I will. . . go outside.
Isis- Why?
I didn't answer her, I just went outside.
I stood outside, watching the rain. I saw how it fell into the puddles, and how my breath could be seen in the cold. I felt so cold. But. . . The rain. It wouldn't stop. It never ended. Why does it remind me of something? Why is rain so cold here? Why when it hits me, I feel it? Why do the puddles it makes seem different? This is real rain. That is why.
Isis- Ok, I'm ready.
Isis came to me with a lot of bags in her hands.
Isis- Geeze, you're wet.
Smith- It's falling. . .
I couldn't explain it to her. There was something about it. The rain. . . What did it remind me of?
Isis- Let's go home.
I looked down at her.
Smith- Alright.
We walked back to her apartment. I walked up to a window.
Smith- Does it always rain like this?
Isis- No, this is just a big storm. You want to dry your clothes?
She came up to me, and pressed a button on my shoulder. Then I appeared to be dry.
Smith- Thank you.
Lightning struck the real sky.
Isis- I'm going to go to bed. I know you won't sleep. Make yourself at home.
Smith- I will.
Isis- Goodnight, Smith.
Smith- Goodnight.
Isis walked away, and went into her room. And I was alone.
I studied Isis's machinery. But no matter what, I could hear the rain hitting the windows in the silence.
I decided to go to my room, a small lamp made a little light. I went close to the window, and stared at the rain. Lightning lit up the clouds, revealing the rest of the city that was in the darkness. I then sat down on my bed. I couldn't stop looking at the rain. There was something. . . It just reminded me of something. The rain hit the window, and the wind made it slid down the glass. The rain was falling. Falling. It was falling down. The raindrops slid down the window, like. . . The Matrix. The code, the code did this very same thing. It would be falling. It would fall, just like raindrops on the glass. The code slid down on the monitors, the rain slid down the glass. It was like the code. It was raining the code. It reminded me of my home. . . I stayed up, until the rain stopped, and the clouds began to clear.
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Next Chapter: It Is Only Wreckage
It was night now, the clouds had grown darker, and the sky poured rain.
Isis- Come on, we need to go get some food.
Smith- Food?
Isis- I'm hungry, we'll go get some bread. Wheat here tastes so much better than in the Matrix, come on.
Isis grabbed my hand, and got a coat for herself. She tried handing one to me.
Smith- I do not require a coat.
Isis- You sure? That body will be cold.
Smith- I do not need it.
Isis- suite yourself.
We went down the elevator, Isis hummed an annoying tune. I looked at her. She stopped.
Isis- sorry.
We entered the lobby, where the doors were glass. The rain slid down the doors. It reminded me of something. Isis grabbed my hand again, and hastily ran out the doors. And - - What's happening!?
Smith- ahh!
I ran back under the building, where it shielded me from whatever was happening. Isis looked back at me, in awe. How can she stand out there? Something is out there, I felt these things all over me. They were cold, and- - And they were raindrops. . .
Isis- What is it?
She sounded worried. I looked at her, raindrops slid down her skin. Her hair became wet, and you could see her breathe in the cold.
Smith- It's the rain. . .
Isis- The rain?
Smith- It's falling. . .
I looked down at my hand, it was wet, and a raindrop went down my finger. I could feel it. Feel it differently. This rain. . . This isn't like when I fought Neo for the last time. This rain is different. This rain is cold. . . It's harder. . . It's real. I stuck my hand out, and felt the rain drop on my hands. Every drop felt like they were hitting me, like. . . It almost hurt. The rain never stopped, it continued to fall on my hand, with no pattern at all. It was. . . Strange.
Isis- Smith, it's only rain.
I didn't move, she didn't understand. The rain. . . It never stopped. . . It never stopped being so cold. It was always rain. This sensation I felt would always be the same.
Isis- Come on.
I took a step closer to her, my hand still forward. The rain hit my head now. It made my hair wet, and went down my face. It was. . . Something. . . It started to make my clothes wet. The clothes began to stick to my skin, and I became colder. I still could feel every single drop fall on me. They never stopped.
Smith- How can you stand it?
Isis- Stand what?
Smith- The rain. . . Does it always feel this way?
Isis- Rain is rain.
Smith- Why is it so cold?
Isis- Smith, it's always like this.
Smith- But. . .
It was so cold. . . It was so strange.
Isis- Come on, let's go.
Isis grabbed my hand, and dragged me away. The rain dropped all over me. It never stopped. It hit m face, and made me wet. My hair felt strange. It was wet, but. . . Isis kept pulling me. We went passed buildings, and the statue of Neo. It still stared at me, even as rain went down both of our faces.
Isis- Come on! You can run faster than this !
But. . . I don't want to.
We ran into a market. The rain stopped hitting me inside. And the effects of being wet started to kick in. My hair still dripped water down my shirt. I looked over at Isis, her hair looked strange wet.
Isis- So, you want anything to eat?
Smith- . . . What?
I wasn't really listening to her.
Isis- Do want any food?
Smith- I still do not require food.
I don't think the taste of something real will be good.
Isis- you can wait here, I'll only be a minute.
Smith- I will. . . go outside.
Isis- Why?
I didn't answer her, I just went outside.
I stood outside, watching the rain. I saw how it fell into the puddles, and how my breath could be seen in the cold. I felt so cold. But. . . The rain. It wouldn't stop. It never ended. Why does it remind me of something? Why is rain so cold here? Why when it hits me, I feel it? Why do the puddles it makes seem different? This is real rain. That is why.
Isis- Ok, I'm ready.
Isis came to me with a lot of bags in her hands.
Isis- Geeze, you're wet.
Smith- It's falling. . .
I couldn't explain it to her. There was something about it. The rain. . . What did it remind me of?
Isis- Let's go home.
I looked down at her.
Smith- Alright.
We walked back to her apartment. I walked up to a window.
Smith- Does it always rain like this?
Isis- No, this is just a big storm. You want to dry your clothes?
She came up to me, and pressed a button on my shoulder. Then I appeared to be dry.
Smith- Thank you.
Lightning struck the real sky.
Isis- I'm going to go to bed. I know you won't sleep. Make yourself at home.
Smith- I will.
Isis- Goodnight, Smith.
Smith- Goodnight.
Isis walked away, and went into her room. And I was alone.
I studied Isis's machinery. But no matter what, I could hear the rain hitting the windows in the silence.
I decided to go to my room, a small lamp made a little light. I went close to the window, and stared at the rain. Lightning lit up the clouds, revealing the rest of the city that was in the darkness. I then sat down on my bed. I couldn't stop looking at the rain. There was something. . . It just reminded me of something. The rain hit the window, and the wind made it slid down the glass. The rain was falling. Falling. It was falling down. The raindrops slid down the window, like. . . The Matrix. The code, the code did this very same thing. It would be falling. It would fall, just like raindrops on the glass. The code slid down on the monitors, the rain slid down the glass. It was like the code. It was raining the code. It reminded me of my home. . . I stayed up, until the rain stopped, and the clouds began to clear.
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Next Chapter: It Is Only Wreckage