What Is Real?
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,443
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Five
Part Five
Smith returned to the outdoor cafe. He put his usual twenty on the table. She brought the usual black coffee that he never touched.
He was ordered to continue his observation of human behavior, specifically procreation. He waited. A young couple passed holding hands.
‘Procreate’ he commanded.
They looked at each other and he leaned over and whispered something to her. She smiled. They climbed aboard a bus. Smith followed. He rode the bus and exited when they did. At a small motel she waited outside, her eyes darting around nervously while he went in. Moments later he returned with a key and they went into room six. Smith followed at a distance watching.
‘I cannot observe procreation if I am out here and they are in there. Permission to rematerialize within the motel room six.’
Permission granted.
He materialized within the room and stood watching from the bathroom doorway. Neither of the couple noticed as they were busily undressing each other. Smith watched icily. They kissed and touched and grabbed at each other. They were both naked and he was climbing on top of her as she giggled when she saw him standing there and screamed.
Smith covered his ears. ‘Strange ritual’ he stated benignly.
“Who the hell are you?” The man bellowed.
“Smith.”
Grabbing the blankets and sheets she tried urgently to cover herself.
Incredulous the man demanded, “What are you doing here?”
“Observing.”
“Get out!”
Smith pulled out his revolver and leveled it at the man.
‘Do not kill the humans unnecessarily.’
Smith holstered his weapon and exited out the door.
“Do you know what a voyeur is?” She asked him.
‘Access information.’ “Voyeur? A voyeur is one who obtains sexual gratification from seeing sex organs and sexual acts.”
“You are a voyeur.”
“I do not obtain sexual gratification from seeing sex organs or sexual acts. I am only observing.”
“For what purpose?”
“Who are you?”
“We played this game yesterday.”
“I do not know who you are.”
“Okay, I will play, who am I?”
“You are a human, female, Caucasian, 5’8”, blonde, blue eyes, 37 years old, 135 pounds, 34 C cup.”
“That’s original.”
‘Access database; name of human.’
‘No such human exists. Delete.’
‘Delete’
“Yannoannot delete me.”
Glaring at her he said, “Delete” this time out loud.
She laughed. “Very well, you may call me Delete.”
He turned and walked away. She followed him.
“If you pretend I am not here, do I disappear?”
“You do not exist.”
“What is real Smith?” She asked and vanished.
He returned to the complex and uploaded the day’s observations, except, the part where she did not leave when he decided she was not real. This part of the Matrix, the part he could not easily manipulate was distressing and he did not like it. Apparently the Mainframe was holding out on him, so, he decided, he would do the same.
Downtime.
Smith returned to the outdoor cafe. He put his usual twenty on the table. She brought the usual black coffee that he never touched.
He was ordered to continue his observation of human behavior, specifically procreation. He waited. A young couple passed holding hands.
‘Procreate’ he commanded.
They looked at each other and he leaned over and whispered something to her. She smiled. They climbed aboard a bus. Smith followed. He rode the bus and exited when they did. At a small motel she waited outside, her eyes darting around nervously while he went in. Moments later he returned with a key and they went into room six. Smith followed at a distance watching.
‘I cannot observe procreation if I am out here and they are in there. Permission to rematerialize within the motel room six.’
Permission granted.
He materialized within the room and stood watching from the bathroom doorway. Neither of the couple noticed as they were busily undressing each other. Smith watched icily. They kissed and touched and grabbed at each other. They were both naked and he was climbing on top of her as she giggled when she saw him standing there and screamed.
Smith covered his ears. ‘Strange ritual’ he stated benignly.
“Who the hell are you?” The man bellowed.
“Smith.”
Grabbing the blankets and sheets she tried urgently to cover herself.
Incredulous the man demanded, “What are you doing here?”
“Observing.”
“Get out!”
Smith pulled out his revolver and leveled it at the man.
‘Do not kill the humans unnecessarily.’
Smith holstered his weapon and exited out the door.
“Do you know what a voyeur is?” She asked him.
‘Access information.’ “Voyeur? A voyeur is one who obtains sexual gratification from seeing sex organs and sexual acts.”
“You are a voyeur.”
“I do not obtain sexual gratification from seeing sex organs or sexual acts. I am only observing.”
“For what purpose?”
“Who are you?”
“We played this game yesterday.”
“I do not know who you are.”
“Okay, I will play, who am I?”
“You are a human, female, Caucasian, 5’8”, blonde, blue eyes, 37 years old, 135 pounds, 34 C cup.”
“That’s original.”
‘Access database; name of human.’
‘No such human exists. Delete.’
‘Delete’
“Yannoannot delete me.”
Glaring at her he said, “Delete” this time out loud.
She laughed. “Very well, you may call me Delete.”
He turned and walked away. She followed him.
“If you pretend I am not here, do I disappear?”
“You do not exist.”
“What is real Smith?” She asked and vanished.
He returned to the complex and uploaded the day’s observations, except, the part where she did not leave when he decided she was not real. This part of the Matrix, the part he could not easily manipulate was distressing and he did not like it. Apparently the Mainframe was holding out on him, so, he decided, he would do the same.
Downtime.