a/n: you know what? I realized that this is just going to be a story with really short chapters that almost all end in cliff hangers. I once again thank all those who review and say... ON TO THE STORY!
I watch as the ship, that I have now learned like the back of my hand, pull into port in Zion. I have never seen this place before. It's so large, but not as large as the Matrix. But I guess that would make sense. Humans need the proper conditions to live in. Just like a virus.
That's what I used to call them, and all I saw of them. They were viruses and we, the agents and I, were the cure. But that changed when Mr. Anderson killed me. They were nasty, inferior, beings, but they weren't viruses, I was the virus and Mr. Anderson had to be the cure.
A sudden jolt and I guess that we have landed.
Mr. Anderson has told me the drill. It's simple really. I disappear until he comes to get me in the dead of night to get me to the Council. Once there they will decide my fate, whether they will kill me or not.
I see them all leave, minus Trinty, one of the ones that they have not been able to bring back. And also Mr. Anderson stayed behind, though I don't know why. He seems to try to avoid me.
I head to get some gruel. Hunger is something that I have not gotten used to and that I hate the feeling of.
When I get there I see that Mr. Anderson has beaten me there. He's just finishing a meal and almost runs into me.
He stops, lets me by, and then turns, to stay in the room.
I get my meal and sit down, then look at him.
"What? You don't trust me alone with the food?" I sneer.
"You look like your worried," he answered.
"Who wouldn't be? I know that I don't deserve life," I start.
"You can say that again," he mumbles.
"But the thought of dying is worse," I finish.
"You? An ex-agent, who killed so many people it's now almost impossible to count, and caused so much destruction, you are scared of death.
I lower my head, finding a sudden interest in my food. "Yes, Mr. Anderson, I am," my voice is barely audible.
He sits in front of me. I look up and see his eyes studying me.
"What?"
"Stop calling me that," he states, not commands, states.
"Calling you what?"
"Mr. Anderson, my name is Neo," with that the room goes silent.
He is the first to speak, "You know, before I was this, before I was The One and you were my single enemy there was something that you told me. You and two other agents had me in a room and you told me that I had to choose a life, that I was allowed to leave either Mr. Anderson or Neo behind. In the end I chose Neo. But then, when I think about it, you were the one who should me that Mr. Anderson was weak, and that I only had a real life as Neo. Without you I wouldn't be here! Thank you, Smith."
I stare for a few seconds, completely confused about why he cares, but then understanding finally. Then I find my voice, "Your welcome... Neo."
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