You, Me, Us, Them

by Sangri Star

Rebels and Agents have been at war for as long as most of them can remember. And though there is a harsh reality to how they act, they are not all cruel deep inside their souls. Yes, even Agents can have souls.

3. Agent Jackson

Agent Jackson, that is what am known as. I hunt down those Rebels and I make them pay for trying to overcome us. I make them realize who is in charge, who really is far greater. The people who have not escaped the Matrix yet, I pay them no mind. That is, unless they have been contacted by a Rebel. Then, I make sure that they don't leave the Matrix. It is better to prevent them from doing so. It is even better to kill a Rebel before they make contact. Of course, I must be very quick to accomplish that.

That is my job, a killing machine. I make the Rebels scream, I make them run. I cannot help but smile when I see them flee. Even though I am not to know that foreign feeling of happiness that the humans have, I like to believe I know how it is when I know I am going to pin a Rebel down. I can run faster, last longer, and never give up on my search for them. They can run, but they cannot hide from me.

In all my time being an Agent, I have seen gallons of blood spilled. I close my eyes and hear any single scream I have heard by someone before I killed them. I treasure the appearance of a human recoiling in fear right before I take them down, their skin pale, and their eyes wide open. If only they knew how much I fed off of the thought of killing them all.

All those filthy humans, the scum of the earth. I could kill them all if I could have enough bullets. I don't actually care whether they are white, black, Asian, Indian, Jewish, anything. I'd kill them all. This world should only be made up of one type of being – a being of metal.

Sure, in the Matrix I am just a program, but in the real world, I am a machine.

And if I had the chance, they would all be dead.

To a human or one of those machines who have a soft spot for humans, that statement might sound cruel. But it has happened before. I've read the history of humans. Back many, many years ago, there was a man named Adolph Hitler. He sent people of Jewish decent to something called a concentration camp. He slaughtered those Jews, and people in the rest of the world didn't know. I could probably do the same.

Mass genocide...

If only I could find a way, I could do the same! Their blood running thick in the rivers of this dark, cold world! It is such a wonderful dream!

Run, you little rebels. Run in fear of me, Agent Jackson. But I will find you.