What Is Real?
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,448
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ten
Part Ten
He sat at the cafe and absently dropped the twenty on the table. The black coffee was already cold. He waited.
“Are you hungry?”
“I do not eat.”
“Why not.”
“I do not need to.”
“Eating isn’t always done as a necessity. Sometimes it is pleasurable. Sometimes it is just yummy.”
“I do not eat.”
“I am disappointed Smith. But, I’m sure we can work something out.”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I know! You can observe while someone else eats.”
“You did that yesterday.”
“No Smith. It is my turn to be tasted, but if you are not interested, I will find someone else.”
“Who?”
“Let me see,” she leaned back in the chair and put her feet up on another one opposite her. “Perhaps that man?”
‘Stop.’ Smith commanded. He stopped. “That one?” He was tall and muscular, tan and blonde.
“No, he is not my type.”
‘Go.’ Smith commanded.
She leaned forward, her chin on her hand, her elbow on the table. She watched the passersby. “Perhaps that one.” She said.
‘Stop.’ Smith commanded. “You like this man?”
He was also tall, dark skin, dark eyes, big hands, and a broad smile.
“I like his hands. He has a nice mouth with lovely lips. But no, he is not what I feel like having right now.”
‘Go.’ Smith commanded.
“Her.”
“Her?”
“Her, she will do perfectly.”
“She is a woman.”
“Well duh.”
“You cannot procreate with a woman.”
“I do not want to procreate Smith. I want to have fun. I want my orgasm, though, I would prefer it be with you, but she looks like she could do it, and she might even enjoy it too.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“It didn’t happen yet Smith, and now she is gone. You should have stopped her.”
“Did you enjoy my orgasm?” He asked.
“Yes Smith, I did.”
“But you did not”
“No,” she interrupted, “but enjoyment is much more than physical stimulation. That is just one aspect of it. And procreation is not nearly as often about making babies as it is about being close to someone else. About connecting and feeling connected.”
“I plug in, and then I am connected.”
“I’d like you to.”
“What?”
“I’d like you to, plug in, to me.”
“I plug into the mainframe. I am always connected.”
“That is not the same. That does not involve your heart, your soul, your mind and your body. That is just an information pipeline.”
“I have no heart and no soul. My body does not need to be connected to anything and my mind, that is beyond your comprehension.” He sneered.
“Ouch, Smith, that hurt.” She vanished.
“Delete?”
‘Report.’
‘Report?’ He looked around. It was night. He returned to the complex.
‘Report.’
‘Females can stimulate other females.’
‘Expound.’
‘No further observation currently available.’
Downtime
He sat at the cafe and absently dropped the twenty on the table. The black coffee was already cold. He waited.
“Are you hungry?”
“I do not eat.”
“Why not.”
“I do not need to.”
“Eating isn’t always done as a necessity. Sometimes it is pleasurable. Sometimes it is just yummy.”
“I do not eat.”
“I am disappointed Smith. But, I’m sure we can work something out.”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I know! You can observe while someone else eats.”
“You did that yesterday.”
“No Smith. It is my turn to be tasted, but if you are not interested, I will find someone else.”
“Who?”
“Let me see,” she leaned back in the chair and put her feet up on another one opposite her. “Perhaps that man?”
‘Stop.’ Smith commanded. He stopped. “That one?” He was tall and muscular, tan and blonde.
“No, he is not my type.”
‘Go.’ Smith commanded.
She leaned forward, her chin on her hand, her elbow on the table. She watched the passersby. “Perhaps that one.” She said.
‘Stop.’ Smith commanded. “You like this man?”
He was also tall, dark skin, dark eyes, big hands, and a broad smile.
“I like his hands. He has a nice mouth with lovely lips. But no, he is not what I feel like having right now.”
‘Go.’ Smith commanded.
“Her.”
“Her?”
“Her, she will do perfectly.”
“She is a woman.”
“Well duh.”
“You cannot procreate with a woman.”
“I do not want to procreate Smith. I want to have fun. I want my orgasm, though, I would prefer it be with you, but she looks like she could do it, and she might even enjoy it too.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“It didn’t happen yet Smith, and now she is gone. You should have stopped her.”
“Did you enjoy my orgasm?” He asked.
“Yes Smith, I did.”
“But you did not”
“No,” she interrupted, “but enjoyment is much more than physical stimulation. That is just one aspect of it. And procreation is not nearly as often about making babies as it is about being close to someone else. About connecting and feeling connected.”
“I plug in, and then I am connected.”
“I’d like you to.”
“What?”
“I’d like you to, plug in, to me.”
“I plug into the mainframe. I am always connected.”
“That is not the same. That does not involve your heart, your soul, your mind and your body. That is just an information pipeline.”
“I have no heart and no soul. My body does not need to be connected to anything and my mind, that is beyond your comprehension.” He sneered.
“Ouch, Smith, that hurt.” She vanished.
“Delete?”
‘Report.’
‘Report?’ He looked around. It was night. He returned to the complex.
‘Report.’
‘Females can stimulate other females.’
‘Expound.’
‘No further observation currently available.’
Downtime