A/N= Well, after much thought and careful consideration (I lie. This just randomly came to me one day whilst watching Animatrix), I have decided to write more about Agent Watts from my first fanfic 'I Love Me Too'. I'm going to do a whole big fanfic about her and Smith soon, which means I'll have to join 'I Love Me Too', 'Purpose' and all the others I'm going to write soon into one big story, which concordantly (heehee, I am the Architect) means I'll have to get rid of all the nice reviews I've had for those stories since they're going to be chapters of this one. Never mind. I thank everyone for those nice reviews though, and I'm sorry that I have to get rid of them, even though I don't actually like fanmail much. It scares me that people think the dribble I write is actually good. I wish the ideas I get in my head would come out in some kind of order though. Stupid brain… one day, I will have my vengeance on it. Anyway, now on to the actual story. Before I leave, I'd like to point out that I don't own anything or anyone from 'The Matrix' but hopefully, this Christmas, my daddy might buy me Agent Smith if I'm good……

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Emma Watts rearranged herself on the sofa as her favourite part of the film started.

'Mr Anderson…. Did you get my package?'

She smiled as Agent Smith, her favourite character from 'The Matrix' walked up to Neo on screen. She couldn't understand why her friends didn't like Smith. Then again, she couldn't understand why her friends didn't like The Matrix at all, for that matter. Perhaps it was the way she explained it to people- anyone she talked to about it became confused and terrified in an instant, saying that they didn't have a clue what she was talking about but to Emma it all made sense. She'd seen it so many times, she understood everything about it.

But for somebody that obsessed with a film, she sure did have a lot of friends… Whether she wanted them or not…

Emma was suddenly jerked out of her thoughts as another Smith walked on screen.

'It is purpose that created us…'

"Oh shit, I missed half of it!" Emma whined, reaching for the remote. But just as she grabbed it, there was a loud, single knock on the door. Emma groaned and paused the film. She got to her feet and went to the door, wondering which group of "friends" would be here to annoy her tonight.

She couldn't have been further from the truth…

Opening the door, she came face to face with three tall men with brown hair, wearing dark green suits and even darker black sunglasses.

"Hello, Miss Watts…" The one in the middle smiled.

And before she could recognise who she was looking at, they took her away.

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A void.

That's where she was. A wide white void, with only a clean brown table, two metal tables and herself to fill it. At least that's what she had thought when she'd woken up with bleary eyes and a pounding headache. She wasn't sure what they had injected her with in the car but it had taken effect immediately. She didn't know where she was- she had been unconscious when they had arrived- and she didn't know why she was here.

Slowly lifting her head from the cool surface of the table, her vision blurred and eventually settled, enabling her to realise that she wasn't alone in the room at all. The three men that she had encountered on her doorstep were towering over her, identical smirks on each face.

"I see you are finally awake, Miss Watts," said the man who had spoken to her earlier as he sat down opposite her.

Emma frowned at him. He was so familiar…

And then it came to her…

"Smith!" She said, sitting up right. "But you- I mean, you're not… you're not…. Real…"

Smith smiled. "No, technically I'm not. I'm not human if that's what you mean…"

"No. No, I mean… you're not… you're not… you're just a character in a film. You don't exist. Smith was just a bad guy in a movie. He- he was played by Hugo Weaving."

Smith smiled again. "Ah, Mr Weaving…" he sighed dreamily. "I wish I had been there when they grew him at the plant, but as you well know, my purpose is here within the Matrix. Mr Weaving was created with genetic material based on my characteristics, so that when he was chosen for his role in 'The Matrix' trilogy, he would be able to portray me quite well. The same was done with Mr Reeves, Miss Moss, Mr Fishburne and so on. You believe, Miss Watts, that the Wachowski brothers were the 'brains' behind the Matrix films but it was, in fact, us. We planted the ideas in their heads. We told them what to think and they obeyed."

"But- but why?" Emma stammered. "Why did you make the films?"

"Well it was originally the Oracle's idea," Smith smirked. "She wanted to share the prophecy with those still plugged into the Matrix, to try and make them join the…" his face twisted in disgust. "Rebellion… But the Architect knew what would happen. He spends all his time, locked away inside that room, watching his world through television screens. He knew what humans were like. He agreed to make the film and as always, the opinions of the Oracle and Architect clashed. Some people truly believed everything about the Matrix, making them unafraid to take the red pill. And some people were terrified, confused by the philosophies of the movie, taking the blue pill without question. And now that all three films have been produced, the prophecy is slowly being fulfilled."

"You- you mean all the things that happen in the films… h-haven't actually happened yet?" Emma asked, trying hard to take everything in.

Smith nodded. "Which brings us back to you, Miss Watts. We need your help. But first, I'd better explain your own situation. You see… you're not human either."

Emma sat bolt upright immediately. "What?"

A hand firmly clamped down on her shoulder. Emma looked up and found Agent Brown standing over her.

"Shhh…" he hissed, pressing a finger to his lips.

Smith's mouth curved into a faint smile. "As I was saying," he said. "You are actually a program, Miss Watts. A program written to prevent suicides. Haven't you ever noticed the amount of friends you gain without even trying? Your programming attracts them to you and you brighten up their miserable lives, stopping them from having suicidal thoughts. Everyone counts their blessings when they want to die. You've stopped so many deaths and changed so many lives without even realising it. You're not the only one though. There are others just like you everywhere. It's a gruelling task- that's why the programs are never aware of their purpose. They would break down immediately, stop their activities and go into exile, but if they believe they are human then there is nothing they can do about it."

"So… w-why did you just tell me about it?"

"Because you, unlike the other programs of your kin, stumbled across our films and instantly became obsessed with them. You know the prophecy better than any human infatuated with 'The Matrix'. You probably know it as well as the Oracle herself. And that is why we've brought you here, Miss Watts, so you can become our Oracle. The prophecy is beginning to unfold but with your knowledge of it, we will be able to beat the enemies."

"Why haven't you just watched the films yourselves?" asked Emma.

Smith sighed, getting slightly annoyed with her questions. "Because that is not our purpose. We're here to get the codes to the Zion mainframe. Besides, now that everything the Oracle has foreseen is beginning to happen, we've been busy trying to stop the rebels from causing trouble. So…" he looked up at her, his eyes narrowing behind his dark glasses. "Are you going to help us?"

Emma thought about everything she had just heard. Her life had been a sham, her only purpose to make friends with slaves and stop energy from killing itself. Her favourite film was a reality and the villain, the man of her dreams, was sitting in front of her, waiting for an answer, She smiled at him. "OK," she replied. After all, she could go home and watch 'The Matrix' or she could stay with him and live it.