Choice. Choice is an illusion for these people plugged into the Matrix. It is not just an illusion for them, but an illusion for Agents like me as well. I am called Agent Brown, but that can't for sure be my real name. That name was chosen for me.
Everyone thinks they have a choice. I can either stay or I can go, but no matter what I think I choose, it's never my choice. I can either hold a gun up to the head of a Rebel and kill them, or I can lower it and let them go. But it is never my choice.
Each decision has its positive aspects and negative aspects. For example, If the Matrix was destroyed, the humans and robots might be able to join together as one. There could be peace. There wouldn't be anything to hide the humans from. But, the real world is already mangled. No human could live there, and in fact, when the Matrix was torn down, they would be so confused. They wouldn't know how to react to this new revelation – their world is not their world.
And no matter what, tensions would still be high between man and machine.
And without the Matrix, there would be no purpose for Agents. I would have to disappear completely.
No matter what, though, the choice that is made is not a human choice.
Fate. It is the thing that binds everyone together. We are not brought together by love, hate, loneliness, depression, or anger. It is fate. When one is born, or created, fate has already chosen the future for it. Sometimes, fate works before one is born.
Some know their fate. I do not. But if I knew, if I tried to turn the tables, I would end up the same way anyway. Is it exile that fate has chosen for me? Is it persecution? I do not know. But the choice is not my choice. Someday, though, fate will use its fickle fingers, and I will be gone. I will not live forever. Nothing lives forever.
And if you seek revenge on another, don't act. Wait. For justice will be served and that person will be punished for what they have done wrong. As I say this, though, I think: Do I mean myself? Am I the one who is doing wrong? I think I am, but I cannot discuss this with anyone else. It would be criminal. "Thinking like a human," they'd say. Would I be shunned?
I know I am wrong. I should not kill humans, but I am forced to. I am made to. But I know I shouldn't.
Now, I promise myself. Now, each time I kill a human, I am going to pray to some nonexistent deity, like the humans in the past did. Like the humans in the Matrix do now. Maybe it would make me feel better if I was pious. Maybe I would be forgiven for this 'sins' and I would feel like I wasn't so horrible.
I worry what the others think if they found out. It is wrong for someone like me to pray, to believe. To think.
Whatever future that fate has in store for me, I am fearless.
Look to the skies. My fate is written in the fabricated stars above.