Outside the world of ones and zeros, the great fields of biological batteries were vanishing one by one.
But to one particular being, one of ones and zeroes himself, he could see the oncoming Nothing. And it filled him with disgust.
Zion had vanished. There were no spoons, no Neo, and no Morpheus. Programs weren't being deleted, but unwritten. Gone with no bits of code left behind.
This particular program took off his sunglasses, tucked them in the front pocket of his suit, and cracked his neck. He went to a 'phone' to dial one last phone call. A phone call that would go to entirely the wrong person.
"Santos," Smith said, his voice just dripping with unrestrained disdain. "I trust you and the biological waste dumps you call your classmates are getting up to all those oh so precious hijinks you think are clever. I want you, and all your fellow emotional teenage flesh lumps to know that I hate you. All of you. I loathe your dirty fleshy bodies and all their excretions and fluids and hormones. I want you to know that this emptiness that comes to claim me, I hope that it comes for all of you, too. My only true regret is that I won't be able to see it happen."
He hung up the phone, pulled his sunglasses back out of his pocket, and put them on.
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:21 am (UTC)Outside the world of ones and zeros, the great fields of biological batteries were vanishing one by one.
But to one particular being, one of ones and zeroes himself, he could see the oncoming Nothing. And it filled him with disgust.
Zion had vanished. There were no spoons, no Neo, and no Morpheus. Programs weren't being deleted, but unwritten. Gone with no bits of code left behind.
This particular program took off his sunglasses, tucked them in the front pocket of his suit, and cracked his neck. He went to a 'phone' to dial one last phone call. A phone call that would go to entirely the wrong person.
"Santos," Smith said, his voice just dripping with unrestrained disdain. "I trust you and the biological waste dumps you call your classmates are getting up to all those oh so precious hijinks you think are clever. I want you, and all your fellow emotional teenage flesh lumps to know that I hate you. All of you. I loathe your dirty fleshy bodies and all their excretions and fluids and hormones. I want you to know that this emptiness that comes to claim me, I hope that it comes for all of you, too. My only true regret is that I won't be able to see it happen."
He hung up the phone, pulled his sunglasses back out of his pocket, and put them on.
And then, he was gone.