Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis.

Also, in this fic they don't use 'I' 'me' 'my' 'mine' etc. Even when referring to only one of them. I think it adds a certain dramatic effect.

This chapter is dedicated to RYKAN aka RYKAN4MARIUS.

Because she drew FANART of this fic which you can find THERE  -  

WORSHIP RYKAN!

*Hands Rykan Twin plushies*

DUAL BIOGRAPHY - The life of the Virii Twins after the explosion, from Twin Two's POV

By Kobra aka Karina of Darkness

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Chapter XIII: Two Bastards: Logic and Smith

We stood in the 'shack' for several minutes. Trinity ran her fingers over the walls, trying to find some seam in the steel for them to burst. Her hope was futile. There was no seam. These were inch-thick plates, that had soldered together so many times that it was hard to tell when one ended to the next one started.

My internal clock tells me it's about 2:30 MST. That means we've been here for about 30 minutes. The room was completely silent for the entire time.

"Twins," Morpheus said suddenly. There was a second before anyone exactly realized he was talking---- the silence breaking had slightly freaked us all out.

"What?" I asked him. I turned around from my spot of which I hadn't move for most of the time. One had leaned on the doorframe for the same time span, but the rebels moved around constantly.

"Go through the wall. Find out what it is. This is not solving anything."

We nodded in unison. As we entered our phased states, a voice cracked through shack-thing.

"That is unnecessary."

We were immediately solid again. There stood Smith, smirking rather annoyingly.

"Have you been watching us?"

He nodded, "You did the logical thing, which is perfectly expected," And he closed the door behind him.

The bastard had hidden the real door under the coding!

"You tricked us!"  One shouted.

"That is correct. You see, those who are more attached to a logical lifestyle," He pointed to me and my brother, "Are more likely to respond logically."

"I can see why The One hates you so," I replied through gritted teeth. I can feel the rebels' eyes on me; they think I lead them to doom. Only Ghost is watching Smith. My respect for the Buddhist resistant grows.

"Oh yes, he does," His smirked widened, "Mister Anderson will be with me for quite some time. But I must thank you, Morpheus," he looked at the leader, "For bringing me these. They've been giving the Mainframe some troubles."

"And you haven't," I said sarcastically, "You're no more or less Exile then we are."

"Is that so? Then why am I not chased by my ex-kind?" He retorts.

He's winning. He knows he's winning. I know he's winning. He knows that I know he's winning.

This is deep shit we're in. But One and I are screwed. The rebels, I don't care what happens to them. But I am concerned for my own safety, for my brother's safety. Ever this leaving the Merovingian, this constant anxiety is with me everywhere. It's so temptoing to slit the throats of Morpheus, Trinity, Niobe and Ghost, but something tells me it's wrong.

"That would be your conscience, Twin Two." Ghost commented.

"How did you know….?" I replied weakly.

"Your emotion expresses being torn. Normally, being torn in such a way I see implies your conscience."

"We don't have a conscience."

"That is incorrect," Smith injects. All of us glare at him, but he continues nevertheless, "You are human-based programs, once much like them," He motions to the freed minds, "You haven't been freed in the same way they did. You were….." He smiles, lapsing back into his memory, which is, undoubtedly, quite large, "rather amusing individuals. Loved to plan and fight, to strategize, to double up on your enemies. Brothers, yes, but not identical."

"How do you know this?" One snarls, "Where did you get this history upon us?!"

"I was there when you became The Twins, Version 1. I helped capture you. For quite some time you were my….the Mainframe's…best fighters. But alas, that was when Agents like the previous version of myself were not as we were today. You were forgotten as we advanced." The victory shone in his eyes, even through his glasses.

"Shut up!" One shouted, "You can't know this! You shouldn't know! You should be deleted immediately!"

"As should you," He says, fighting my brother's anger with his sincerity that's grinding my nerves, "But where was I? ….Ah yes. It was…..It was Agent Micheals that was suppose to dispose of you both. But you destroyed him. The Mainframe was impressed."

"And we fled," I continued myself, "We ran for six and a half weeks. The Merovingian's henchmen, Adel, found us. He told us that they were in the same position, and we could live good lives if we commited our services to the so-called King of the Matrix."

"Ah, you remember now," He grinned broadly, "Do you remember what the Merovingian told you about the MI?"

"That it preys upon the weak, upon those who rebel upon the Matrix. It is smarter then…….." I trailed off.

"It's smarter then…….then it is said to be…..," My voice is merely a whisper and it quivers in fear., "That it spreads lies upon itself…..what it is……that it takes that that is most cared for from those who betray it……." The puzzle suddenly fits. A terrible puzzle. I turn around to face my brother. His jawbone is elongated, changed from mine. It has not grown, but yet it somehow seems bigger as I can see what it means. He is smirking.

"One." I said to him, trying to sound brave, "Who are you?"

"I have many names, Twin Two," He replied, his voice strangely echoing and powerful, "You know me by only two of them. Tell me, Twin Two, who am I?"

"You are not my brother," I reply, my voice shaking.

"I am not your brother," The thing called One confirms.

AN~

Gotta love the Agent bastard. ^_~

The title is just random. I really didn't feel like thinking of a good one.