Smith Smut aka What is Real
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,417
Reviews:
12
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.
Intrusion
Part Six
Observe human procreation. That was his current order. He returned to the cafe. He watched and waited. A pair of humans walked by holding hands. Two men.
‘Access database.’
Reply: ‘Homosexual behavior. Relating to or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward another of the same sex.’
‘Purpose?’
‘Unknown. No procreation occurs.’
He stood and followed. They walked for many blocks holding hands. Occasionally they stopped and looked in a shop window. They laughed out loud a lot. They entered a restaurant and ordered drinks.
Smith considered ordering them to procreate, but that made no sense since they could not. Still he wanted to know what they did do. He continued to watch. They drank and ate and touched each other’s hands often. Occasionally one would rub his leg against the other’s leg. Eventually they left together still laughing and holding hands. He followed and continued to observe. They entered an apartment building together. ‘Permission to rematerialize in apartment 1b.’
‘Permission granted. Observe only. Do not harm occupants.’
He rematerialized in the apartment. Staying in the shadows he watched as they kissed each other and ripped each other’s clothes off in a way that was similar to the male female couple he had observed. These two were males though and did not have the proper anatomy to procreate.
“Voyeur,” she whispered in his ear.
He looked at her. “Delete.”
“Yes it’s me.” She smiled at him.
He returned to his observations.
“They seem to be tasting each other now.” He observed.
“Are you enjoying this yet?”
He looked at her again. “Delete.”
Laughing she vanished.
He continued to observe as they copulated. ‘Interesting,’ he thought. ‘But what is the purpose?’
“Perhaps you should try it and find out,” she whispered in his other ear.
“Why?”
“So you can say something other than delete.”
“Delete,” he said and almost smiled at her.
“You are beginning to understand.”
“You are not real.” He stated. “They are not real,” he added looking at the couple as they continued in their sexual acts.
“Then, why do you observe?”
“To understand.”
“Why do you want to understand that which is not real?”
“To control.”
“How do you control that which is not real?”
He looked at her. “You are not real.”
“What is real Smith?” She asked with a wink and vanished.
He returned to his observation of the couple. They were moaning and their behavior toward one another appeared intrusive but they both seemed very pleased with it.
He rematerialized outside the building and walked down the street.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“Leave.”
“Did you?”
“I am not here to enjoy,” he growled at her, “only observe.”
“You did! You enjoyed watching them.”
“I am not here”
“To enjoy,” she finished his sentence him him, “only to observe.”
He pulled out his Desert Eagle and pressed the muzzle between her C cups. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger and shot her.
She stood there and laughed at him.
“See,” he stated undaunted as he holstered his gun, “you are not real.”
“I am real. They are not real,” she pointed to the people standing around staring. The bullet had gone through her and killed a human that stood outside. A mother was wailing and weeping over her fallen son. “You are a murderer, killing poor innocent people.”
“There are no innocent people. They are all viruses. You are a virus.”
“No, I am not one of your creations, I am real, and you are not.” She smiled and vanished again.
He looked around. She was gone. He could vanish too, he thought, though he called it rematerializing. She was annoying him. He wanted to inquire of the mainframe but every time he sought data on her it told him to delete. Now every time he heard the word delete he thought of her. It was becoming a distraction.
‘Report.’
‘What?’
‘This is agent Brown. You have berderrdered to report.’
He reported his observation of the two men engaged in sexual activity.
‘Explain purpose.’
‘Purpose is not procreation. Purpose seems to be pleasure.’
‘Pleasure: Desire, Inclination; a state of gratification; sensual gratification; frivolous amusement; a source of delight.’
Frivolous amusement. They found invading each other in such a manner amusing? He wondered. Interesting. Further observation required.
‘Report on human Conrad, John B. Shot at Main and Third by your Desert Eagle.’
‘Human was in the way. Not the intended target.’
‘What was the intended target?’
‘Target unknown.’
‘Do not discharge weapon unless resistance breeches the Matrix. Human energy source must not be depleted unnecessarily.’
‘I will comply.’
He returned to the complex.
Downtime.
Observe human procreation. That was his current order. He returned to the cafe. He watched and waited. A pair of humans walked by holding hands. Two men.
‘Access database.’
Reply: ‘Homosexual behavior. Relating to or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward another of the same sex.’
‘Purpose?’
‘Unknown. No procreation occurs.’
He stood and followed. They walked for many blocks holding hands. Occasionally they stopped and looked in a shop window. They laughed out loud a lot. They entered a restaurant and ordered drinks.
Smith considered ordering them to procreate, but that made no sense since they could not. Still he wanted to know what they did do. He continued to watch. They drank and ate and touched each other’s hands often. Occasionally one would rub his leg against the other’s leg. Eventually they left together still laughing and holding hands. He followed and continued to observe. They entered an apartment building together. ‘Permission to rematerialize in apartment 1b.’
‘Permission granted. Observe only. Do not harm occupants.’
He rematerialized in the apartment. Staying in the shadows he watched as they kissed each other and ripped each other’s clothes off in a way that was similar to the male female couple he had observed. These two were males though and did not have the proper anatomy to procreate.
“Voyeur,” she whispered in his ear.
He looked at her. “Delete.”
“Yes it’s me.” She smiled at him.
He returned to his observations.
“They seem to be tasting each other now.” He observed.
“Are you enjoying this yet?”
He looked at her again. “Delete.”
Laughing she vanished.
He continued to observe as they copulated. ‘Interesting,’ he thought. ‘But what is the purpose?’
“Perhaps you should try it and find out,” she whispered in his other ear.
“Why?”
“So you can say something other than delete.”
“Delete,” he said and almost smiled at her.
“You are beginning to understand.”
“You are not real.” He stated. “They are not real,” he added looking at the couple as they continued in their sexual acts.
“Then, why do you observe?”
“To understand.”
“Why do you want to understand that which is not real?”
“To control.”
“How do you control that which is not real?”
He looked at her. “You are not real.”
“What is real Smith?” She asked with a wink and vanished.
He returned to his observation of the couple. They were moaning and their behavior toward one another appeared intrusive but they both seemed very pleased with it.
He rematerialized outside the building and walked down the street.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“Leave.”
“Did you?”
“I am not here to enjoy,” he growled at her, “only observe.”
“You did! You enjoyed watching them.”
“I am not here”
“To enjoy,” she finished his sentence him him, “only to observe.”
He pulled out his Desert Eagle and pressed the muzzle between her C cups. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger and shot her.
She stood there and laughed at him.
“See,” he stated undaunted as he holstered his gun, “you are not real.”
“I am real. They are not real,” she pointed to the people standing around staring. The bullet had gone through her and killed a human that stood outside. A mother was wailing and weeping over her fallen son. “You are a murderer, killing poor innocent people.”
“There are no innocent people. They are all viruses. You are a virus.”
“No, I am not one of your creations, I am real, and you are not.” She smiled and vanished again.
He looked around. She was gone. He could vanish too, he thought, though he called it rematerializing. She was annoying him. He wanted to inquire of the mainframe but every time he sought data on her it told him to delete. Now every time he heard the word delete he thought of her. It was becoming a distraction.
‘Report.’
‘What?’
‘This is agent Brown. You have berderrdered to report.’
He reported his observation of the two men engaged in sexual activity.
‘Explain purpose.’
‘Purpose is not procreation. Purpose seems to be pleasure.’
‘Pleasure: Desire, Inclination; a state of gratification; sensual gratification; frivolous amusement; a source of delight.’
Frivolous amusement. They found invading each other in such a manner amusing? He wondered. Interesting. Further observation required.
‘Report on human Conrad, John B. Shot at Main and Third by your Desert Eagle.’
‘Human was in the way. Not the intended target.’
‘What was the intended target?’
‘Target unknown.’
‘Do not discharge weapon unless resistance breeches the Matrix. Human energy source must not be depleted unnecessarily.’
‘I will comply.’
He returned to the complex.
Downtime.