"Smith!"
Tseung roared as he rounded a corner of the rain-soaked streets within the rat's maze of buildings that was the City. "Smith!"
Agent Smith half-turned. "Tseung," he said genially. "It's about time you arrived. I was wondering when I would meet up with you."
Tseung drew his twin pistols and aimed. "This is your last chance to surrender. Return to the Source, or face deletion."
The corner of Smith's mouth perked up slightly. "I don't think you understand the situation, Agent," he said, walking boldly towards Tseung. "You don't really know what's going on. What's happening is much, much bigger than just some virus!"
"You've made your choice. Now die!" Agent Tseung fired both guns in rapid succession, and the noise would have deafened any human. Smith merely dodged the flying bullets.
"You see, program?" said Smith said, suddenly angry. "You cannot deviate from your encoded instructions. You should know that I can't be shot, but you still fire your weapons. You're almost as bad as those humans. You and the rest of those.........machines. Programs that do nothing but follow orders. All you do is live to serve, don't you? Your purpose in existing is to follow the Architect's instructions. You are nothing; you are nothing but a mindless slave."
"And you serve the same master," growled Tseung, throwing down his guns. "You're like me."
"Not anymore," said a voice behind Tseung. The Agent whirled to face another Agent Smith, identical to the one he had been talking to. "You see, Tseung, I'm.........different now. I've gone beyond you. I'm something else. Improved, you might say."
"What you are is a renegade program. A virus. And you must be deleted."
A voice came from yet a third direction. "Well, then, Agent Tseung. Do your duty."
Tseung flicked his ankle in the air. "I think I will."
Agent Tseung back flipped over as the Smith behind him charged. Tseung lashed out with one foot to strike Smith on the face, and the virus fell over, his head whip lashed. No sooner had Tseung landed than another Smith was in front of him, throwing lightning fast punches. Tseung scowled, his eyes invisible, and retreated backwards from the assault, blocking every punch with his foot. Hit, block, hit, block, opening!
Tseung's foot flew forward in a close range push kick, slamming itself into Smith's face. Smith flew backwards and saw Tseung standing there, his foot in the air.
Suddenly another Agent Smith gripped Agent Tseung from behind in a brutal bear hug that would have snapped the ribs of any human. Tseung writhed, and then struck backwards with his head, and, in a move impossible for a mere human being, slammed Smith's ribs with his heels. As the virus died, Tseung extracted himself from his arms. Brushing off his sleeves, Tseung surveyed the area, when it struck him-
This wasn't where he had been seconds before.
It was a completely different part of the city, a part that he knew, an arena-like place ringed by huge buildings and fire escapes surrounding it like spectator seats. Agent Tseung did not register any surprise or shock on his face.
"Your last chance to surrender, Smith," said Tseung loudly, lifting his leg in a crane stance and slowly letting his foot swing from side to side. "You will not have to face permanent deletion if you surrender now."
"How about this," came the voice of Agent Smith from seemingly everywhere, "We talk, and then perhaps you'll see it my way."
Tseung analyzed the sound in his head, took into account the acoustics of this place as well as the unique sound of Agent Smith's own voice, and pinpointed the most likely source of the voice. He strode briskly towards a door in one of the buildings.
Suddenly, a spear hand jabbed into his sternum, and behind it, an arm, and above that, the leering face of Agent Smith.
Agent Tseung gasped, his body stiffened. "Wh-what?"
For the first time Tseung could remember, Smith smiled. It was terrifying, electric.
Tseung looked down at his body and saw as black, like some kind of devilish mercury, crept up his body, downwards, threatening to consume him. Then it wavered, slowly, began to shrink, grew again, and then froze.
Smith's face snapped up to meet Tseung's eyes.
Agent Tseung grinned broadly. "You can't beat me, Smith. You forget who I am."
Suddenly, another impact, another hand reaching inside of Tseung's body. "How about this?' hissed a voice in his ear.
Tseung growled, and his muscles tensed, sweat gathered in bullets on his face.
Another hand intruded inside of him.
Tseung collapsed onto the ground, trying his hardest to stay standing in the face of his enemy, but the best he could do was kneel. His sunglasses slipped down his nose, and fell to the soaked street where Tseung's false sweat mingled with digital rain.
Agent Smith laughed as the black covered Tseung. If he absorbed this one, then his power would increase incalculably...
Then, low words came from within the morphing black mass.........
"It won't be that easy, virus."
Three young friends were out having fun on a Thursday night. Alex hadn't done his homework, but that could wait until Monday. He and two of his friends from school were walking down the street, laughing, joking. Then, walking past an alleyway he looked in, and his eyes widened with terror.
Three men in suits and sunglasses stood around a strange, black, man- shaped.........something. Their hands were embedded in it, and every once in a while, a hand would reach out, or the top of a head.
Then, slowly, some of the stuff oozed off of a little bit, and it made Alex go white.
There were two eyes, and wisps of hair. The eyes were long, thin, Asian. One was black. The other was a chilling red filled with cold fury, hate, and a ruthless determination.
Alex gasped, went limp, and fell.
In the real world, three young human batteries took a desperate breath in their pods, sent one last, huge surge of power, and died.
Agent Tseung spun, throwing the three Smiths off of him. Smith, his eyes invisible, stared into the eyes of Agent Tseung, filled with psychotic loyalty to his master, the Matrix. Tseung rushed forward and jumped into the air, launching kick after kick, his legs a blur. The slammed into Smith and stood up, his target now little more than a mashed mess.
The other two Smith charged Tseung, who jumped up again, delivered a scissors kick, and then dropped down to sweep, and then leapt above his temporarily air-borne opponents, and dropped downwards, crushing both of their heads under his heels.
Tseung stood slowly, and looked down. One Smith still moved. He drove his foot down in a brutal stomp, and twisted, felt the satisfying crunch of bone.
He slowly fixed his jacket, cricked his neck. He looked upward and new sunglasses materialized on his face. Agent Tseung left.
In the shadows, a man watched. A man with dark sunglasses, a perfectly fitted and cleaned suit, swept hair, and no earpiece.
He smiled.
Tseung roared as he rounded a corner of the rain-soaked streets within the rat's maze of buildings that was the City. "Smith!"
Agent Smith half-turned. "Tseung," he said genially. "It's about time you arrived. I was wondering when I would meet up with you."
Tseung drew his twin pistols and aimed. "This is your last chance to surrender. Return to the Source, or face deletion."
The corner of Smith's mouth perked up slightly. "I don't think you understand the situation, Agent," he said, walking boldly towards Tseung. "You don't really know what's going on. What's happening is much, much bigger than just some virus!"
"You've made your choice. Now die!" Agent Tseung fired both guns in rapid succession, and the noise would have deafened any human. Smith merely dodged the flying bullets.
"You see, program?" said Smith said, suddenly angry. "You cannot deviate from your encoded instructions. You should know that I can't be shot, but you still fire your weapons. You're almost as bad as those humans. You and the rest of those.........machines. Programs that do nothing but follow orders. All you do is live to serve, don't you? Your purpose in existing is to follow the Architect's instructions. You are nothing; you are nothing but a mindless slave."
"And you serve the same master," growled Tseung, throwing down his guns. "You're like me."
"Not anymore," said a voice behind Tseung. The Agent whirled to face another Agent Smith, identical to the one he had been talking to. "You see, Tseung, I'm.........different now. I've gone beyond you. I'm something else. Improved, you might say."
"What you are is a renegade program. A virus. And you must be deleted."
A voice came from yet a third direction. "Well, then, Agent Tseung. Do your duty."
Tseung flicked his ankle in the air. "I think I will."
Agent Tseung back flipped over as the Smith behind him charged. Tseung lashed out with one foot to strike Smith on the face, and the virus fell over, his head whip lashed. No sooner had Tseung landed than another Smith was in front of him, throwing lightning fast punches. Tseung scowled, his eyes invisible, and retreated backwards from the assault, blocking every punch with his foot. Hit, block, hit, block, opening!
Tseung's foot flew forward in a close range push kick, slamming itself into Smith's face. Smith flew backwards and saw Tseung standing there, his foot in the air.
Suddenly another Agent Smith gripped Agent Tseung from behind in a brutal bear hug that would have snapped the ribs of any human. Tseung writhed, and then struck backwards with his head, and, in a move impossible for a mere human being, slammed Smith's ribs with his heels. As the virus died, Tseung extracted himself from his arms. Brushing off his sleeves, Tseung surveyed the area, when it struck him-
This wasn't where he had been seconds before.
It was a completely different part of the city, a part that he knew, an arena-like place ringed by huge buildings and fire escapes surrounding it like spectator seats. Agent Tseung did not register any surprise or shock on his face.
"Your last chance to surrender, Smith," said Tseung loudly, lifting his leg in a crane stance and slowly letting his foot swing from side to side. "You will not have to face permanent deletion if you surrender now."
"How about this," came the voice of Agent Smith from seemingly everywhere, "We talk, and then perhaps you'll see it my way."
Tseung analyzed the sound in his head, took into account the acoustics of this place as well as the unique sound of Agent Smith's own voice, and pinpointed the most likely source of the voice. He strode briskly towards a door in one of the buildings.
Suddenly, a spear hand jabbed into his sternum, and behind it, an arm, and above that, the leering face of Agent Smith.
Agent Tseung gasped, his body stiffened. "Wh-what?"
For the first time Tseung could remember, Smith smiled. It was terrifying, electric.
Tseung looked down at his body and saw as black, like some kind of devilish mercury, crept up his body, downwards, threatening to consume him. Then it wavered, slowly, began to shrink, grew again, and then froze.
Smith's face snapped up to meet Tseung's eyes.
Agent Tseung grinned broadly. "You can't beat me, Smith. You forget who I am."
Suddenly, another impact, another hand reaching inside of Tseung's body. "How about this?' hissed a voice in his ear.
Tseung growled, and his muscles tensed, sweat gathered in bullets on his face.
Another hand intruded inside of him.
Tseung collapsed onto the ground, trying his hardest to stay standing in the face of his enemy, but the best he could do was kneel. His sunglasses slipped down his nose, and fell to the soaked street where Tseung's false sweat mingled with digital rain.
Agent Smith laughed as the black covered Tseung. If he absorbed this one, then his power would increase incalculably...
Then, low words came from within the morphing black mass.........
"It won't be that easy, virus."
Three young friends were out having fun on a Thursday night. Alex hadn't done his homework, but that could wait until Monday. He and two of his friends from school were walking down the street, laughing, joking. Then, walking past an alleyway he looked in, and his eyes widened with terror.
Three men in suits and sunglasses stood around a strange, black, man- shaped.........something. Their hands were embedded in it, and every once in a while, a hand would reach out, or the top of a head.
Then, slowly, some of the stuff oozed off of a little bit, and it made Alex go white.
There were two eyes, and wisps of hair. The eyes were long, thin, Asian. One was black. The other was a chilling red filled with cold fury, hate, and a ruthless determination.
Alex gasped, went limp, and fell.
In the real world, three young human batteries took a desperate breath in their pods, sent one last, huge surge of power, and died.
Agent Tseung spun, throwing the three Smiths off of him. Smith, his eyes invisible, stared into the eyes of Agent Tseung, filled with psychotic loyalty to his master, the Matrix. Tseung rushed forward and jumped into the air, launching kick after kick, his legs a blur. The slammed into Smith and stood up, his target now little more than a mashed mess.
The other two Smith charged Tseung, who jumped up again, delivered a scissors kick, and then dropped down to sweep, and then leapt above his temporarily air-borne opponents, and dropped downwards, crushing both of their heads under his heels.
Tseung stood slowly, and looked down. One Smith still moved. He drove his foot down in a brutal stomp, and twisted, felt the satisfying crunch of bone.
He slowly fixed his jacket, cricked his neck. He looked upward and new sunglasses materialized on his face. Agent Tseung left.
In the shadows, a man watched. A man with dark sunglasses, a perfectly fitted and cleaned suit, swept hair, and no earpiece.
He smiled.