What Is Real?
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,446
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.
Almost there
Part Eight.
He returned to the cafe. She brought black coffee. He put the twenty on the table. He waited.
“Are you waiting for me?”
“Delete.”
“Smith.”
“What is the purpose of foreplay if it does not lead to sexual intercourse?”
“Very blunt Smith.”
He raised his eyebrows at her and questioned. “Do you not know?”
“I know.”
“Tell me.”
“I will not.”
“You do not know.”
“I will show you.”
“I do not participate, I only observe.”
“Then you will never know.”
“You are suggesting that the only way for me to collect the data is to participate?”
“That is my suggestion.”
“Very well then.”
“Really?” She exclaimed.
“Undress.”
“Very funny Smith.”
He smirked at her. “How will I participate unless you undress?”
“Foreplay is as much about mental stimulation as physical.”
“I can participate in mental stimulation. I doubt you can” he sneered at her.
She smiled. “What is real Smith?”
He growled at her.
Taking his hand in hers she asked “Am I real?” and then pressed his hand over her heart. There was no sound, no beating.
“You are not real.”
Her heart began to beat.
“You are still not real.”
She slid his hand across her C cup.
He pulled back.
“Do you fear what is not real?”
“I am not afraid of you.”
“What is real Smith?”
“You are not real, Delete.”
She smiled. “Then what is the harm in ‘participating’ with me? After all, when we are done, it will be ‘not real’ anyway.”
He studied her for a moment. “Leave.”
She vanished.
He waited.
‘Smith, report.’ It was Brown.
‘There is nothing to report.’
‘You have observed nothing?’ Smith looked around. It had turned from day to night as he sat there. She never came back.
He returned to the complex.
‘Observation alone will not provide sufficient data. Request permission to participate.’
‘Permission denied.’
Downtime.
He returned to the cafe. She brought black coffee. He put the twenty on the table. He waited.
“Are you waiting for me?”
“Delete.”
“Smith.”
“What is the purpose of foreplay if it does not lead to sexual intercourse?”
“Very blunt Smith.”
He raised his eyebrows at her and questioned. “Do you not know?”
“I know.”
“Tell me.”
“I will not.”
“You do not know.”
“I will show you.”
“I do not participate, I only observe.”
“Then you will never know.”
“You are suggesting that the only way for me to collect the data is to participate?”
“That is my suggestion.”
“Very well then.”
“Really?” She exclaimed.
“Undress.”
“Very funny Smith.”
He smirked at her. “How will I participate unless you undress?”
“Foreplay is as much about mental stimulation as physical.”
“I can participate in mental stimulation. I doubt you can” he sneered at her.
She smiled. “What is real Smith?”
He growled at her.
Taking his hand in hers she asked “Am I real?” and then pressed his hand over her heart. There was no sound, no beating.
“You are not real.”
Her heart began to beat.
“You are still not real.”
She slid his hand across her C cup.
He pulled back.
“Do you fear what is not real?”
“I am not afraid of you.”
“What is real Smith?”
“You are not real, Delete.”
She smiled. “Then what is the harm in ‘participating’ with me? After all, when we are done, it will be ‘not real’ anyway.”
He studied her for a moment. “Leave.”
She vanished.
He waited.
‘Smith, report.’ It was Brown.
‘There is nothing to report.’
‘You have observed nothing?’ Smith looked around. It had turned from day to night as he sat there. She never came back.
He returned to the complex.
‘Observation alone will not provide sufficient data. Request permission to participate.’
‘Permission denied.’
Downtime.