Author's  Note: Smith has changed a little hasn't he? Well, this chapter explains it a little. The title (unless if you already have guessed) is based on a nursery rhyme. Wow! 3 chapters loaded- I'm on fire!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix.

When I am king...you shall be queen

No watcher for her tonight;
For there is no moon.
It is covered by a frosty quilt.

She gazes at the clouds while lying on her belly.
Meanwhile, her bare lover straddles over her, massaging her back.
Combing his fingers through her hair.
Stroking her black, powerful wings.
'I love you darling,' He whispers.
'My soul aches for you.'
Cybil responds, twisting her body to meet his.
'I thought machines had no souls.
I thought they felt nothing.'

She strikes something in him, and he winces.
'You see Cybil precious, I have no emotions.
I have a soul composed of nothing but silicon and numbers;
But,
Being bound to you, I have all the emotions of a hybroid.
I am apart of you and you are a part of me.
We are inseperable.'
He has her attention now.
She is looking into his shining blue eyes with concentrated hate.
However, he perseveres...
'One day Cybil, I will be more powerful than any moving thing.
I will be the ruler of the Matrix-
It's master;
And who will be its mistress?'

Smith lies down next to her.
'I don't want it.' Cybil responds as she gazes into nothing.
'I don't want such a thing-
All I wish is to be free.'
'I don't understandy you darling-
You can have everything.
No one would ever look down on you.
Isn't this what you want?'
She wants to argue,
But her tongue refuses to move.
Her body is exhausted.
Smith parts her legs and enters her with a cold thrust.
'Let me make you my queen...'