What Is That?
They didn't sleep, Agents don't sleep.
Jones stepped out first. He walked with the stride of an Agent. Perfect posture, with an unemotional face, his eyes covered by dark shades. Jones looked back, to see Brown running to catch up with him. Brown stood next to him, and looked around. Then noticed Jones was staring at him.
"Oh." Brown said, putting on his sunglasses.
Something about sunglasses with Agents. Perhaps it reminded the two what they were. What they once were. It set them aside from the humans. Maybe they needed that difference.
The two stood outside there for a moment. Deciding their next move. Jones looked down at Brown, and started walking ahead of him. Brown stared for a moment, wondering where Jones was going, then ran to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" Brown asked.
"This way." Jones replied.
Brown turned, they didn't know where they were going.
Brown's gaze turned up. He saw the tall buildings of the city towering over him. The reflections of the buildings were in his sunglasses as he stared. He had never noticed how vast the city was. No wonder some Rebels got away. Jones noticed Brown lagging behind, he turned to see him looking upward.
"What is it?" Jones asked.
"Look."
Jones looked up, but saw nothing.
"Come on." Jones said.
Brown looked back to Jones, and walked with him again.
The humans crowded the streets, some stared at the two in suits. The Former Agents found themselves shoving through the streets. The humans were everywhere. Brown looked up at Jones, and could see he was getting angry.
"They're everywhere. There's so many of them. . ." Jones complained.
Brown looked down, seeing Jones was holding his gun in his jacket. Brown grabbed his arm, and shook his head. Jones sighed, letting go of his gun. They should have been there.
Walking aimlessly in a human infested world, nowhere to go, no reason to care. They had no idea where they were going, what they would do now. Jones just went in a direction, and Brown followed. That's how it always was.
That how it once was.
Brown stopped to see something. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, facing a store, while people passed him by. Jones looked back confused.
"What is that?" Brown asked.
"What is what?" Jones asked.
Brown didn't answer him as he went inside the store. Jones reluctantly followed him. Jones froze at the inside the store.
It was a music store.
"You want something in here?" Jones called.
He'd lost Brown. Brown popped up to his right.
"Yes here." Brown said, and went down the front aisle.
Jones stood there for a moment to process why his fellow former Agent would want anything in here.
Jones started to follow Brown, and push his way through the narrow aisle filled with spiked haired humans.
"What could you want here?" Jones called.
Brown didn't answer he turned right.
Jones decided it was best to crawl into a corner, and await his college.
And Brown came walking up to him, holding something.
"What is that?" Jones asked.
Brown gave it to Jones, and it read on the front, "Simulacra and Simulation." Jones raised an eyebrow Brown.
"Human philosophy?" Jones asked, and Brown nodded.
Jones sighed, and found that Brown was staring at him.
"What is it?" Jones asked.
"We need money to purchase it." Brown explained.
Jones wondered what Brown meant for him to do, but then he saw.
"Fine." Jones said reluctantly.
Brown nodded, and watched as Jones went up to a human, innocently shopping.
Jones did not understand Brown's sudden curiosity, he wondered if Brown always had it. Jones decided it was best not to ask.
He went up to a human. He knew what he was going to do. He wore the suit of a human of authority. A business man, FBI, government man, an Agent of something. A suit is intimidating, it holds power to a human. Jones knew that.
"Excuse me, sir." Jones said to a man.
"Hm?" The man looked up, and looked shock.
"You fit the description of a suspect of a murder, please allow me to see your wallet." Jones said, opening his jacket to allow the human to see his gun.
The human went along with the normal behaviors of a human in such a situation. He swallowed hard, and fumbled getting his wallet. He finally handed it to Jones, and Jones opened it up.
"Mr. Williams." Jones stated. "Please turn around."
The human nodded, and turned around.
Jones grabbed a couple of twenties from the wallet, and searched the human like normal police. Jones put the money in his pocket.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams. . . Sorry for the interruption." Jones said, talking slowly like the Agent he used to me.
Brown almost smiled at the sight.
Jones sighed at Brown obvious delight, making Brown frown.
Jones gave Brown the money.
"Please hurry." Jones said.
Back on the streets, Brown walked slowly, scanning his new book. Jones noticed Brown fumbling behind. He did not really like it.
"What was the purpose of purchasing that book?" Jones asked, pushing his way through the humans.
"I want to see their insights on their own reality. Perhaps there are a few who have the intelligence to wonder if this reality is not just what it really is." Brown explained.
Jones sighed.
Brown noticed Jones annoyance.
"It is quite fascinating." Brown teased.
"What could possibly be fascinating about that?" Jones asked.
"It is through the eyes of the very things we kill."
Jones stopped questioning.
Brown still held his book tightly. It was the first thing he ever owned by himself. Not a suit the Mainframe gave him, not a gun, but a book he wanted. Something he thought he would take a certain pleasure in. Though with the aid of Jones, it was still his, and only his.
"Perhaps you would like something in your Possession, Jones." Brown suggested, trying to get Jones to see.
"What would interest me?" Jones mocked.
Brown looked away for a moment, seeing a restaurant on the other side of the street.
"I recall you having a conversation with Smith, considering the nutrition value of their food." Brown said, accomplished.
"So?" Jones looked at him.
"You showed quite an interest in taste."
Jones stopped, and Brown felt accomplished. Jones raised an eyebrow at his fellow former Agent.
"If you have any money left, we may be able to conduct an experiment." Brown said.
"Taste." Jones finished.
"You choose."
Brown was going to allow Jones to experience choice, and choose what they would taste first.
Jones took a moment staring a Brown, processing his choice. Suddenly Jones didn't think Exile would be so bad. He looked at his surroundings, the coffee shops, apartment buildings, bookstores, music stores, Cyber Cafes, and so much mores.
Then something caught Jones's eyes through his dark shades.
"Noodles." Jones said.
Brown turned to a restaurant with noodles.
"Noodles?" Brown asked.
"Noodles, just noodles hold not much taste. Since it will be our first time, I believe we should try something not too shocking. Noodles can serve this purpose." Jones explained, walking ahead to the restaurant.
Brown raised an eyebrow, and followed Jones.
In the restaurant they sat down quietly, just as Agents should. Saw that the menu had many noodles, and carefully chose, the seemingly least tasting one.
And as Brown stared at his little bowl of noodles, he looked up at Jones.
"You try first." Brown stated.
"Why me?" Jones asked.
"You chose noodles."
Jones coughed out of annoyance, as he stared at the noodles, and fiddled with them in the spoon. He took a moment, trying to examine it, wondering if it would be able to cause him harm.
"Well?" Brown asked, impatient.
Jones growled at him.
Then slowly, the noodles went down his throat.
And Jones' discovered he had a horrible gag reflex. He started coughing up the taste, the item going down his throat; he covered his mouth, and bent down under the table. Taste, never before had he experienced taste, he didn't like it.
Brown stared, frightened at what he saw, as he leaned over to hit Jones on the back.
"Sir, are you alright!?" The waitress came running over.
"I'm – I'm fine!" Jones said through the coughing.
Brown then began looking down at his bowl of noodles, and stared at the menacing things that did something horrible to Jones.
Brown knew by his records Noodles should not cause such a reaction.
Nonetheless, Brown slowly pushed his bowl away from him.
Then Brown noticed all the staring eyes. All the Viruses looking at them...
"Jones." Brown whispered, bending down to Jones. "I think we should go."
"Why—Why?" Jones kept coughing.
"They will be coming for us."
Jones stopped, and panted, holding back a cough.
Yes, they were drawing too much attention... If too much, the Mainframe will find them...The Agents will be sent.
Jones rested for a moment.
"Go, go!" Jones instructed.
Brown left all the money he had, and walked quickly out the door. Jones waited a moment, before following him.
"Get down." Jones went on, when he caught up with Brown.
Then there was silence...Silence, and safety. Brown slightly smiled, while Jones still rubbed his throat.
Then there were gunshots.
"No." Brown said.
Three Agents, running down the sidewalk towards them.
"Jones!" Brown looked at his college fearfully.
Jones grabbed Brown by the arm, and ran into the nearest building. Jones kicked down a locked door, into the stairs. Always running, yielding to Jones. Brown knew he was scared, and he wondered if Jones was too.
This was it. They were going to meet their upgrades. This was it. They were going to be killed by their upgrades.
And all Brown could do was panic, and hope that Jones was going to protect him.
Jones tried opening the door the fifth floor. He had to resort to kicking it down. Jones pushed Brown to the end of the hallway.
"Run." Jones commanded him.
"Jones?" Brown pleaded at him.
"Run!" Jones closed the door, and separated them.
Brown stood there for a moment. Then heard gunshots, and started running.
He went down the hallway, trying to find exits, doors that lead to a hiding place. He looked back, and didn't see Jones.
And Brown felt fear. So much fear.
They were upgrades. Better in everyway. Surely they would find him. There was no use. No purpose. But Brown ran anyway.
He tried looking for Jones. He tried finding him, wondering where he was, denying the possibility of their deaths.
He just kept running.
Then he turned a corner, and there was a gun to his head.
"You are to be deleted." Was all Jackson said.
Then Brown backed to the wall, and closed his eyes.
Next Chapter: Dodge This
They didn't sleep, Agents don't sleep.
Jones stepped out first. He walked with the stride of an Agent. Perfect posture, with an unemotional face, his eyes covered by dark shades. Jones looked back, to see Brown running to catch up with him. Brown stood next to him, and looked around. Then noticed Jones was staring at him.
"Oh." Brown said, putting on his sunglasses.
Something about sunglasses with Agents. Perhaps it reminded the two what they were. What they once were. It set them aside from the humans. Maybe they needed that difference.
The two stood outside there for a moment. Deciding their next move. Jones looked down at Brown, and started walking ahead of him. Brown stared for a moment, wondering where Jones was going, then ran to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" Brown asked.
"This way." Jones replied.
Brown turned, they didn't know where they were going.
Brown's gaze turned up. He saw the tall buildings of the city towering over him. The reflections of the buildings were in his sunglasses as he stared. He had never noticed how vast the city was. No wonder some Rebels got away. Jones noticed Brown lagging behind, he turned to see him looking upward.
"What is it?" Jones asked.
"Look."
Jones looked up, but saw nothing.
"Come on." Jones said.
Brown looked back to Jones, and walked with him again.
The humans crowded the streets, some stared at the two in suits. The Former Agents found themselves shoving through the streets. The humans were everywhere. Brown looked up at Jones, and could see he was getting angry.
"They're everywhere. There's so many of them. . ." Jones complained.
Brown looked down, seeing Jones was holding his gun in his jacket. Brown grabbed his arm, and shook his head. Jones sighed, letting go of his gun. They should have been there.
Walking aimlessly in a human infested world, nowhere to go, no reason to care. They had no idea where they were going, what they would do now. Jones just went in a direction, and Brown followed. That's how it always was.
That how it once was.
Brown stopped to see something. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, facing a store, while people passed him by. Jones looked back confused.
"What is that?" Brown asked.
"What is what?" Jones asked.
Brown didn't answer him as he went inside the store. Jones reluctantly followed him. Jones froze at the inside the store.
It was a music store.
"You want something in here?" Jones called.
He'd lost Brown. Brown popped up to his right.
"Yes here." Brown said, and went down the front aisle.
Jones stood there for a moment to process why his fellow former Agent would want anything in here.
Jones started to follow Brown, and push his way through the narrow aisle filled with spiked haired humans.
"What could you want here?" Jones called.
Brown didn't answer he turned right.
Jones decided it was best to crawl into a corner, and await his college.
And Brown came walking up to him, holding something.
"What is that?" Jones asked.
Brown gave it to Jones, and it read on the front, "Simulacra and Simulation." Jones raised an eyebrow Brown.
"Human philosophy?" Jones asked, and Brown nodded.
Jones sighed, and found that Brown was staring at him.
"What is it?" Jones asked.
"We need money to purchase it." Brown explained.
Jones wondered what Brown meant for him to do, but then he saw.
"Fine." Jones said reluctantly.
Brown nodded, and watched as Jones went up to a human, innocently shopping.
Jones did not understand Brown's sudden curiosity, he wondered if Brown always had it. Jones decided it was best not to ask.
He went up to a human. He knew what he was going to do. He wore the suit of a human of authority. A business man, FBI, government man, an Agent of something. A suit is intimidating, it holds power to a human. Jones knew that.
"Excuse me, sir." Jones said to a man.
"Hm?" The man looked up, and looked shock.
"You fit the description of a suspect of a murder, please allow me to see your wallet." Jones said, opening his jacket to allow the human to see his gun.
The human went along with the normal behaviors of a human in such a situation. He swallowed hard, and fumbled getting his wallet. He finally handed it to Jones, and Jones opened it up.
"Mr. Williams." Jones stated. "Please turn around."
The human nodded, and turned around.
Jones grabbed a couple of twenties from the wallet, and searched the human like normal police. Jones put the money in his pocket.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams. . . Sorry for the interruption." Jones said, talking slowly like the Agent he used to me.
Brown almost smiled at the sight.
Jones sighed at Brown obvious delight, making Brown frown.
Jones gave Brown the money.
"Please hurry." Jones said.
Back on the streets, Brown walked slowly, scanning his new book. Jones noticed Brown fumbling behind. He did not really like it.
"What was the purpose of purchasing that book?" Jones asked, pushing his way through the humans.
"I want to see their insights on their own reality. Perhaps there are a few who have the intelligence to wonder if this reality is not just what it really is." Brown explained.
Jones sighed.
Brown noticed Jones annoyance.
"It is quite fascinating." Brown teased.
"What could possibly be fascinating about that?" Jones asked.
"It is through the eyes of the very things we kill."
Jones stopped questioning.
Brown still held his book tightly. It was the first thing he ever owned by himself. Not a suit the Mainframe gave him, not a gun, but a book he wanted. Something he thought he would take a certain pleasure in. Though with the aid of Jones, it was still his, and only his.
"Perhaps you would like something in your Possession, Jones." Brown suggested, trying to get Jones to see.
"What would interest me?" Jones mocked.
Brown looked away for a moment, seeing a restaurant on the other side of the street.
"I recall you having a conversation with Smith, considering the nutrition value of their food." Brown said, accomplished.
"So?" Jones looked at him.
"You showed quite an interest in taste."
Jones stopped, and Brown felt accomplished. Jones raised an eyebrow at his fellow former Agent.
"If you have any money left, we may be able to conduct an experiment." Brown said.
"Taste." Jones finished.
"You choose."
Brown was going to allow Jones to experience choice, and choose what they would taste first.
Jones took a moment staring a Brown, processing his choice. Suddenly Jones didn't think Exile would be so bad. He looked at his surroundings, the coffee shops, apartment buildings, bookstores, music stores, Cyber Cafes, and so much mores.
Then something caught Jones's eyes through his dark shades.
"Noodles." Jones said.
Brown turned to a restaurant with noodles.
"Noodles?" Brown asked.
"Noodles, just noodles hold not much taste. Since it will be our first time, I believe we should try something not too shocking. Noodles can serve this purpose." Jones explained, walking ahead to the restaurant.
Brown raised an eyebrow, and followed Jones.
In the restaurant they sat down quietly, just as Agents should. Saw that the menu had many noodles, and carefully chose, the seemingly least tasting one.
And as Brown stared at his little bowl of noodles, he looked up at Jones.
"You try first." Brown stated.
"Why me?" Jones asked.
"You chose noodles."
Jones coughed out of annoyance, as he stared at the noodles, and fiddled with them in the spoon. He took a moment, trying to examine it, wondering if it would be able to cause him harm.
"Well?" Brown asked, impatient.
Jones growled at him.
Then slowly, the noodles went down his throat.
And Jones' discovered he had a horrible gag reflex. He started coughing up the taste, the item going down his throat; he covered his mouth, and bent down under the table. Taste, never before had he experienced taste, he didn't like it.
Brown stared, frightened at what he saw, as he leaned over to hit Jones on the back.
"Sir, are you alright!?" The waitress came running over.
"I'm – I'm fine!" Jones said through the coughing.
Brown then began looking down at his bowl of noodles, and stared at the menacing things that did something horrible to Jones.
Brown knew by his records Noodles should not cause such a reaction.
Nonetheless, Brown slowly pushed his bowl away from him.
Then Brown noticed all the staring eyes. All the Viruses looking at them...
"Jones." Brown whispered, bending down to Jones. "I think we should go."
"Why—Why?" Jones kept coughing.
"They will be coming for us."
Jones stopped, and panted, holding back a cough.
Yes, they were drawing too much attention... If too much, the Mainframe will find them...The Agents will be sent.
Jones rested for a moment.
"Go, go!" Jones instructed.
Brown left all the money he had, and walked quickly out the door. Jones waited a moment, before following him.
"Get down." Jones went on, when he caught up with Brown.
Then there was silence...Silence, and safety. Brown slightly smiled, while Jones still rubbed his throat.
Then there were gunshots.
"No." Brown said.
Three Agents, running down the sidewalk towards them.
"Jones!" Brown looked at his college fearfully.
Jones grabbed Brown by the arm, and ran into the nearest building. Jones kicked down a locked door, into the stairs. Always running, yielding to Jones. Brown knew he was scared, and he wondered if Jones was too.
This was it. They were going to meet their upgrades. This was it. They were going to be killed by their upgrades.
And all Brown could do was panic, and hope that Jones was going to protect him.
Jones tried opening the door the fifth floor. He had to resort to kicking it down. Jones pushed Brown to the end of the hallway.
"Run." Jones commanded him.
"Jones?" Brown pleaded at him.
"Run!" Jones closed the door, and separated them.
Brown stood there for a moment. Then heard gunshots, and started running.
He went down the hallway, trying to find exits, doors that lead to a hiding place. He looked back, and didn't see Jones.
And Brown felt fear. So much fear.
They were upgrades. Better in everyway. Surely they would find him. There was no use. No purpose. But Brown ran anyway.
He tried looking for Jones. He tried finding him, wondering where he was, denying the possibility of their deaths.
He just kept running.
Then he turned a corner, and there was a gun to his head.
"You are to be deleted." Was all Jackson said.
Then Brown backed to the wall, and closed his eyes.
Next Chapter: Dodge This