My name is Jones. My name is just Jones, and I am known by that only. I am an Agent. I work in the Matrix hunting down the Rebels. I either capture them or kill them. I work with my associates to make sure that everything is stable in the Matrix.
It didn't used to be like this, I know that. There was a time before where these humans used to live like they do now. Only that it wasn't the Matrix, it wasn't a computer program. People were, how you would call it, free.
People created robots, artificial intelligence. They were advanced. But I supposed they got too ahead of themselves. Egos were large and plenty. From cell phones to androids, the humans took advantage of technology. If they didn't have their gadgets, they would never survive. They wouldn't be able to remember life like it was in the pioneer times or anything. They would all die out, I guarantee.
But the humans took too many benefits from robots. They made them their slaves, doing their dirty work or tasks that were too tedious for them. The actions of the humans were disgusting. Who began the war was one robot. The robot B1GG3R rose up against his possessors and murdered them. He was eliminated for what he had done, and the humans realized they could not trust the robots anymore.
So many horrific crimes were committed. Robots slaughtering humans, humans doing the same to robots. There were a select few that could actually stay out of the war that did not want to fight. They wanted to make peace. At least someone in the world did. Yes, I did find that the humans were particular nasty creatures for doing this to the robots, but I felt that some how everything would be balanced out.
As their solution, the humans foolishly blocked out the sun. They thought that would stop the robots since the sun supplied them with power. Well, the sun also supplied the humans. The sun helped grow their crops, keep them warm, and give them solar power. But with the blocking of the sun, their crops died, they were cold, and they only had electricity to depend on if the robots didn't cut that off from them.
The humans were dying off quickly because of their mistake. There were only just enough people to dig graves for the dead. It was truly a sight. But the robots began testing on humans they had captured, and discovered that they could give the humans an illusion of their real world, and the robots could get the strongest of energy from the human bodies, grown in fields. Everyone would be pleased.
One day was all it took to take power, and all the humans could live their life as it was before the war between man and machine. The program that controlled the humans was called the Matrix. The first version was supposed to be perfect, and all the humans would live in a wonderful utopia. However, it was too perfect, and entire crops of humans were lost. Everyone was miserable.
Of course, this Matrix isn't the second form. There have been plenty more versions of the Matrix. Everything does a loop, a sort of déjà vu. A Rebel that is destined as "The One" is born inside the Matrix. He is freed, and he is the hope for the Rebels to defeat the machines. They've never been quite successful. They have gotten close, but not successful. The Matrix is, in a sense, rebooted and reformed. The cycle begins again, it is never ending. The Agents change all the time, too. We have the same purpose, which is to regulate the Matrix and eliminate the Rebels. We become stronger when we change, and sometimes our appearance does too. I once had red hair and brown eyes before it was decided all Agents would look nearly the same. They would only have different names and different statures. And Agent Smith is the only one with blue eyes. Well, that is because he is special. He was programmed to be stronger than all the other Agents, to be a leader, the most feared.
The cycle is almost up. In a few days, the Matrix will be restarted. I am not supposed to think for myself or at least that often, but I wonder what will be different in this new Matrix. Will there be a day when the humans can defeat us? If I was to mention that to any of my cohorts, they would call me dim-witted. "Of course not!" they would say. "We, as programs, are superior to them! How foolish it is to think of that! That would never happen!"
But I believe, someday, it might happen. Someday we might fall to our knees at the mercy of a human. And when it does, I shall not have any fear, for programs like us do not fear like humans do. I shall be ready.