A park inside the Matrix.
The Oracle sat on a park bench in the middle of a lush forested section of the cities park. She loved coming to this park, and now that she never really met with anyone in her apartment anymore, this turned out to be her new favorite place to meet. She loved feeding the birds here, they were so lively, so random, and you never knew what they were going to do next. But however random it seemed, she knew that there was a program out there somewhere doing its job and monitoring what these birds did and didn't do.
"Marvelous isn't it?" A deep throaty voice came up from the walkway behind her.
"Yes, it is lovely, I think this has been the best Matrix yet, Architect." She replied without looking back.
"Well, not like these humans, I learn from my mistakes and balance things out." He replied in his usual manner or perfectionism.
"Yes, but we all can't be as perfect as you now, otherwise there would be no need for any of this, not the Matrix, not the Agents, not even Zion, but that would be too easy for you wouldn't it."
"Well, we all have our purpose. So, why did you call me here?" he said getting straight to the point as usual.
"You didn't know? I thought your search programs would've brought you the news by now. I think someone's in need for an upgrade," she teased.
"My programs are fine, but some other more deviant programs have been keeping information. Assassin programs are already on their ways to remedy this," he retorted showing no signs of emotion.
"I'll tell you then. Three Agents were killed last night."
"So, it doesn't matter, their programming is written so that if they do die, then they are reinserted into another host so they can maintain their shepherding of the Matrix."
"Well, you still don't understand, let me make it clear. They are dead, their programs were erased the instant they were killed, those three Agents will never be coming back. Not that I or any other of mine will miss them."
"That is impossible, there is no way their programs could be erased, it would take a rogue program to be even able to write a virus program to penetrate my coding and erase those files, and I would have made sure that any such program would have been deleted or reprogrammed by now."
"Well then, looks like that in all your meticulous planning, in all of that perfectionism, and in all that code you have another anomaly to work out of the equation. You'd better get busy," she said with a smile, "Seraph, let's go home now."
Seraph came across the walkway from were he was standing underneath a tree and walked by the Oracle's side. He looked back at the Architect who was sitting on the bench still confounded on how someone or something could penetrate his code, and for a program that was written never to fail he looked like was on the brink of deleting the Matrix and rebooting it.
Seraph had always thought that the Architect knew of such programs, but it turned out that he didn't. It was a good thing to, because if the Architect found out how advanced Seraph had become and all of the tampering that they had done with his code, the Architect would delete Seraph as quickly as possible.
.:Back alleys of China Town:.
Agent Doe was running down the alley through the debris knocking over anything that stood in his way. The sound of his shoes hitting the pavement echoed off of the walls and reverberated into a deafening roar. He had been running for what had seemed like hours, though it had only been minutes. If he was human he would have been sweating right now and his suit would be starting to stick to his body, his sides would begin to ache and he would be running out of breath very soon, but thankfully he wasn't human. He was a sentient program written into the Matrix to safeguard knowledge of the truth and to make sure that no humans knew about its existence. It was a task that never presented a problem, even when some people learned about the truth and got out they were still no match for an Agent. Agents were programmed to be superior in every aspect of nature, in speed, agility, strength, intelligence, fighting, and everything else. They had their limits but no human could ever exceed them until the anomaly was found. It was a rumor that had spread through the Matrix on every program capable of bearing text formats or speech capabilities.
A freed human had beaten an Agent, Agent Smith to be exact, and had beaten him so that he was sent back to the source to be deleted. That was big news in the Matrix because up till then, few had ever survived against an Agent, let alone kill one, and even if anyone ever did kill an Agent, they just reinserted into another unplugged host and came back unharmed, but Agent smith was killed and wasn't able to come back. Even bigger news was when Doe had learned that the program Agent Smith didn't return to the source, didn't get deleted, he chose not to, and since Agent were programs they weren't suppose to have that choice, they were told what to do. Agent Smith had made that choice though, however unlikely it was able to happen. He had come back into the Matrix and started to hunt down the Exiles and copied himself until everyone was copied, but then the anomaly had destroyed him once again. No programs knew how though, they weren't allowed to know those things. After the Matrix had been rebooted, he had been installed to take the place of the older more obsolete Agent programs and had been written with a kill switch function so that the Architect could delete him or any other program at any time. He was on a mission this day to hunt down an Exile program making backdoors inside of the Matrix, but when he arrived the exile wasn't alone. There was something else with it getting information on the backdoors and the when and where on the locations of the backdoors. The other program had noticed him and realized that he had overheard to much. He had started to chase him. Being an Agent though, he wasn't worried and fought with the other program, but when the other program had beaten him within the first seconds of combat, he knew he stood no chance and began to run. He had run away because he didn't want to be killed, even though he knew if he did die he would come back, but what if this was the program that had killed those three Agents. They didn't come back. So, for the first time in his entire existence Agent Doe did something that he had made so many resistance fighters do over the years...............
Agent Doe ran in fear........
The Oracle sat on a park bench in the middle of a lush forested section of the cities park. She loved coming to this park, and now that she never really met with anyone in her apartment anymore, this turned out to be her new favorite place to meet. She loved feeding the birds here, they were so lively, so random, and you never knew what they were going to do next. But however random it seemed, she knew that there was a program out there somewhere doing its job and monitoring what these birds did and didn't do.
"Marvelous isn't it?" A deep throaty voice came up from the walkway behind her.
"Yes, it is lovely, I think this has been the best Matrix yet, Architect." She replied without looking back.
"Well, not like these humans, I learn from my mistakes and balance things out." He replied in his usual manner or perfectionism.
"Yes, but we all can't be as perfect as you now, otherwise there would be no need for any of this, not the Matrix, not the Agents, not even Zion, but that would be too easy for you wouldn't it."
"Well, we all have our purpose. So, why did you call me here?" he said getting straight to the point as usual.
"You didn't know? I thought your search programs would've brought you the news by now. I think someone's in need for an upgrade," she teased.
"My programs are fine, but some other more deviant programs have been keeping information. Assassin programs are already on their ways to remedy this," he retorted showing no signs of emotion.
"I'll tell you then. Three Agents were killed last night."
"So, it doesn't matter, their programming is written so that if they do die, then they are reinserted into another host so they can maintain their shepherding of the Matrix."
"Well, you still don't understand, let me make it clear. They are dead, their programs were erased the instant they were killed, those three Agents will never be coming back. Not that I or any other of mine will miss them."
"That is impossible, there is no way their programs could be erased, it would take a rogue program to be even able to write a virus program to penetrate my coding and erase those files, and I would have made sure that any such program would have been deleted or reprogrammed by now."
"Well then, looks like that in all your meticulous planning, in all of that perfectionism, and in all that code you have another anomaly to work out of the equation. You'd better get busy," she said with a smile, "Seraph, let's go home now."
Seraph came across the walkway from were he was standing underneath a tree and walked by the Oracle's side. He looked back at the Architect who was sitting on the bench still confounded on how someone or something could penetrate his code, and for a program that was written never to fail he looked like was on the brink of deleting the Matrix and rebooting it.
Seraph had always thought that the Architect knew of such programs, but it turned out that he didn't. It was a good thing to, because if the Architect found out how advanced Seraph had become and all of the tampering that they had done with his code, the Architect would delete Seraph as quickly as possible.
.:Back alleys of China Town:.
Agent Doe was running down the alley through the debris knocking over anything that stood in his way. The sound of his shoes hitting the pavement echoed off of the walls and reverberated into a deafening roar. He had been running for what had seemed like hours, though it had only been minutes. If he was human he would have been sweating right now and his suit would be starting to stick to his body, his sides would begin to ache and he would be running out of breath very soon, but thankfully he wasn't human. He was a sentient program written into the Matrix to safeguard knowledge of the truth and to make sure that no humans knew about its existence. It was a task that never presented a problem, even when some people learned about the truth and got out they were still no match for an Agent. Agents were programmed to be superior in every aspect of nature, in speed, agility, strength, intelligence, fighting, and everything else. They had their limits but no human could ever exceed them until the anomaly was found. It was a rumor that had spread through the Matrix on every program capable of bearing text formats or speech capabilities.
A freed human had beaten an Agent, Agent Smith to be exact, and had beaten him so that he was sent back to the source to be deleted. That was big news in the Matrix because up till then, few had ever survived against an Agent, let alone kill one, and even if anyone ever did kill an Agent, they just reinserted into another unplugged host and came back unharmed, but Agent smith was killed and wasn't able to come back. Even bigger news was when Doe had learned that the program Agent Smith didn't return to the source, didn't get deleted, he chose not to, and since Agent were programs they weren't suppose to have that choice, they were told what to do. Agent Smith had made that choice though, however unlikely it was able to happen. He had come back into the Matrix and started to hunt down the Exiles and copied himself until everyone was copied, but then the anomaly had destroyed him once again. No programs knew how though, they weren't allowed to know those things. After the Matrix had been rebooted, he had been installed to take the place of the older more obsolete Agent programs and had been written with a kill switch function so that the Architect could delete him or any other program at any time. He was on a mission this day to hunt down an Exile program making backdoors inside of the Matrix, but when he arrived the exile wasn't alone. There was something else with it getting information on the backdoors and the when and where on the locations of the backdoors. The other program had noticed him and realized that he had overheard to much. He had started to chase him. Being an Agent though, he wasn't worried and fought with the other program, but when the other program had beaten him within the first seconds of combat, he knew he stood no chance and began to run. He had run away because he didn't want to be killed, even though he knew if he did die he would come back, but what if this was the program that had killed those three Agents. They didn't come back. So, for the first time in his entire existence Agent Doe did something that he had made so many resistance fighters do over the years...............
Agent Doe ran in fear........