What Is Real?
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,442
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
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.
Four
Part Four
He returned to the cafe. He would observe human behavior, not kill them. Too bad, he thought, killing them was more satisfying. Observing them was disturbing. Nauseating was a word that came to mind, but since he did not eat, nausea was not within his experience. Still, from his understanding of the word, it seemed appropriate to use it when applying it to the nearness of humans.
‘Stop’ he commanded. A tall dark woman stopped. Her hair was bright orange. Why do they modify their hair color, he thought. What is the purpose? A man stopped and stared at her. ‘Go’ Smith commanded. The man looked mischievous and he did not want to have to resist the opportunity to shoot another one.
He waited and watched. Perhaps he could just wait until they chose each other. Perhaps that would be simpler. No, with them, nothing was simple. ‘Stop’ he commanded. A tall thin blonde man in a nice Armani suit stopped. Good, thought Smith. He has attracted several interested females already. One looked particularly suited to mate with the man. ‘Go’ Smith commanded as she stood in front of him. He walked into her.
“Excuse me.” He said.
”I’m sorry.” She replied. “I thought maybe something was wrong the way you were just standing there like that.”
“What?” He asked.
“Sorry” she said and started to walk away.
‘Touch her’ Smith commanded the man.
He reached out and put his hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Wait.”
Smiling she turned and looked at him.
‘Procreate’ Smith commanded.
The man shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she replied as she looked at him strangely.
‘Procreate’ Smith commanded her.
That is not how it works.
Smith turned and looked at a woman sitting at the table with him.
‘Leave.’ He commanded her.
“I will not.”
“Leave,” he said this time out loud.
“I still will not.”
“Who are you?” Smith demanded.
“You should be asking what, not who.”
“You are a human, female, Caucasian, 5’8”, blonde, blue eyes, 37 years old, 135 pounds, 34 C cup.”
She laughed out loud. “That has to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard anyone say.”
“It is all correct, therefore, it is not stupid.”
“It is not correct, therefore, it is not correct,” she mimicked him.
“I am not wrong.”
“I am not human.”
“You are not AI.”
“See, now you are correct.” She vanished.
He blinked. He looked again at the chair where she had been sitting. He stood and returned to the complex and plugged into the mainframe.
‘Data on this human.’ He inquired.
The mainframe searched the pod database. ‘No such human exists.’
‘What is it then?’
‘No such creature exists within the Matrix. Delete.’
Relieved, Smith deleted.
Downtime.
He returned to the cafe. He would observe human behavior, not kill them. Too bad, he thought, killing them was more satisfying. Observing them was disturbing. Nauseating was a word that came to mind, but since he did not eat, nausea was not within his experience. Still, from his understanding of the word, it seemed appropriate to use it when applying it to the nearness of humans.
‘Stop’ he commanded. A tall dark woman stopped. Her hair was bright orange. Why do they modify their hair color, he thought. What is the purpose? A man stopped and stared at her. ‘Go’ Smith commanded. The man looked mischievous and he did not want to have to resist the opportunity to shoot another one.
He waited and watched. Perhaps he could just wait until they chose each other. Perhaps that would be simpler. No, with them, nothing was simple. ‘Stop’ he commanded. A tall thin blonde man in a nice Armani suit stopped. Good, thought Smith. He has attracted several interested females already. One looked particularly suited to mate with the man. ‘Go’ Smith commanded as she stood in front of him. He walked into her.
“Excuse me.” He said.
”I’m sorry.” She replied. “I thought maybe something was wrong the way you were just standing there like that.”
“What?” He asked.
“Sorry” she said and started to walk away.
‘Touch her’ Smith commanded the man.
He reached out and put his hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Wait.”
Smiling she turned and looked at him.
‘Procreate’ Smith commanded.
The man shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she replied as she looked at him strangely.
‘Procreate’ Smith commanded her.
That is not how it works.
Smith turned and looked at a woman sitting at the table with him.
‘Leave.’ He commanded her.
“I will not.”
“Leave,” he said this time out loud.
“I still will not.”
“Who are you?” Smith demanded.
“You should be asking what, not who.”
“You are a human, female, Caucasian, 5’8”, blonde, blue eyes, 37 years old, 135 pounds, 34 C cup.”
She laughed out loud. “That has to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard anyone say.”
“It is all correct, therefore, it is not stupid.”
“It is not correct, therefore, it is not correct,” she mimicked him.
“I am not wrong.”
“I am not human.”
“You are not AI.”
“See, now you are correct.” She vanished.
He blinked. He looked again at the chair where she had been sitting. He stood and returned to the complex and plugged into the mainframe.
‘Data on this human.’ He inquired.
The mainframe searched the pod database. ‘No such human exists.’
‘What is it then?’
‘No such creature exists within the Matrix. Delete.’
Relieved, Smith deleted.
Downtime.