Disclaimer: I don't own the matrix or it's characters.
A/N: Thank you, kind reviewers!. *hugs*. Sorry for the wait, I've been unwell, but I'm all better now.
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Smith froze at the possibility of him being human, just another virus, infecting the planet.
Then it struck him, he was already like them, a virus. His copies had infected every corner, every place within the matrix, he had spread throughout the system like an unstoppable disease, and he almost beat the system. He almost had control of it all. But he lost it all, because of his hate. Because of how human he was becoming, feeling hatred, anger, greed and even fear.
But now he felt more human than was comfortable for him, even though he had experienced certain emotions, and felt certain things, he had never felt the cold, or hunger, or weakness.
His mouth had never been dry, his 'body' had never craved replenishment, but now it was. He didn't understand, why was he still there?. Why hadn't he been deleted, and returned to the source?.
These questions and many others buzzed in his mind, calling out into nothing for answers that probably would not come.
The blonde girl who had awoken him was still standing there, looking at him, she looked concerned.
"Sir...may I ask your name?."
' My name?...why is that of importance?...why are you here...why do you care?...'
He stood there for a few moments, unsure whether he should answer her or not.
"Smith." He said finally.
She smiled slightly, and flicked a dripping wet lock of hair out of her face.
"Well, Smith, I am Angela. May I ask what happened to you?."
He opened his mouth to answer her, but then quickly shut it again. What could he say?. He could hardly explain the battle between him and Mr.Anderson, how they had fought for different causes, even when they were so alike.
What could he say?. He couldn't answer truthfully , he had to lie. Smith didn't Like the idea of lying, it was too human.
"I'll put it this way, I got in a fight with someone."
' Well, at least there was some truth in that. If the system has punished me by making me human, I will not let them win by conforming to such a human fault as deceiving someone who has done no wrong.' He thought.
"Oh, I see. Well, I better be going." She said, and turned away with a smile, leaving Smith standing there, soaking wet, only human, with nowhere to go, noone to turn to, and no answers to his many questions.
A/N: Thank you, kind reviewers!. *hugs*. Sorry for the wait, I've been unwell, but I'm all better now.
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Smith froze at the possibility of him being human, just another virus, infecting the planet.
Then it struck him, he was already like them, a virus. His copies had infected every corner, every place within the matrix, he had spread throughout the system like an unstoppable disease, and he almost beat the system. He almost had control of it all. But he lost it all, because of his hate. Because of how human he was becoming, feeling hatred, anger, greed and even fear.
But now he felt more human than was comfortable for him, even though he had experienced certain emotions, and felt certain things, he had never felt the cold, or hunger, or weakness.
His mouth had never been dry, his 'body' had never craved replenishment, but now it was. He didn't understand, why was he still there?. Why hadn't he been deleted, and returned to the source?.
These questions and many others buzzed in his mind, calling out into nothing for answers that probably would not come.
The blonde girl who had awoken him was still standing there, looking at him, she looked concerned.
"Sir...may I ask your name?."
' My name?...why is that of importance?...why are you here...why do you care?...'
He stood there for a few moments, unsure whether he should answer her or not.
"Smith." He said finally.
She smiled slightly, and flicked a dripping wet lock of hair out of her face.
"Well, Smith, I am Angela. May I ask what happened to you?."
He opened his mouth to answer her, but then quickly shut it again. What could he say?. He could hardly explain the battle between him and Mr.Anderson, how they had fought for different causes, even when they were so alike.
What could he say?. He couldn't answer truthfully , he had to lie. Smith didn't Like the idea of lying, it was too human.
"I'll put it this way, I got in a fight with someone."
' Well, at least there was some truth in that. If the system has punished me by making me human, I will not let them win by conforming to such a human fault as deceiving someone who has done no wrong.' He thought.
"Oh, I see. Well, I better be going." She said, and turned away with a smile, leaving Smith standing there, soaking wet, only human, with nowhere to go, noone to turn to, and no answers to his many questions.