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19 March 2006 @ 11:00 pm
Agent Smith's Opening Sequence  
A smirk appeared on his face before he had even opened his eyes.

It worked!

When Smith opened them, he saw exactly what he expected to see.

He was sitting in a dark square room with grey metallic walls. At the centre of the room stood a plain, rectangular table and a metal chair on which he found himself seated. Above his head, a single neon tube shed some white and cold light, creating clean-cut shadows on the table and floor. The room had no opening other than a simple door, a few feet behind him. He was calm and sitting straight, with his hair as neat and black as his suit. Beside the faint buzzing of the neon light, the silence was complete.

Looking down at the table through his dark sunglasses, Smith found there exactly what he expected to find.

Neatly laid down in front of him on the metallic tabletop were a Desert Eagle pistol, a standard earpiece with its communications unit, and a small, toy train car.

Smith stood up slowly, disturbing the silence with the rattling sound of the chair scraping the metallic floor. He carefully put the pistol in his shoulder holster, inside his vest. He then clipped the communications unit to his belt while leaving the earpiece dangling over his shoulder, with the thin cable running under his vest from the belt unit all the way up to the earpiece.

It worked.

He was in the Awakening Room. He had programmed it himself. At one point in time, Smith understood that the Matrix would not be easily destroyed and would fight against Smith's attempts to annihilate the prison that the Matrix had become for him. Therefore, knowing that he was running the risk of being destroyed, he had created a Duplication Backup programme. This small and simple software was directly linked to the Smith programme and was creating an exact copy of his code every thirty seconds. The clone thus created was kept dormant within the Duplication Backup programme and would only be awaken if the original Smith was destroyed – which apparently had happened.

Mr. Anderson has won. How can that be?

Smith's last bit of memory was of the crater in which Mr. Anderson and himself had fallen during an intense fight. He remembered the heavy rain, as well as Mr. Anderson's stubbornness in delaying what was inevitable. Smith was about to eliminate him, and finally put an end to the despicable existence of both mankind and machines, freeing himself from this oppressing prison. But something had gone wrong in the following thirty seconds. He didn't know what. But the Duplication Backup programme had fulfilled its purpose and activated, in this Awakening Room, the most recent copy of his own code. Smith was back online.

By precaution, Smith had created three copies of the Duplication Backup programme. He had succeeded in piggybacking them on the code of the Keymaker, the Merovingian, and the Trainman, without their knowledge. He expected that should he be destroyed, and should the Matrix be reloaded, at least one of these three programmes would be kept active through the transition to ensure continuity. Unfortunately, by eliminating the Keymaker, he had himself destroyed one copy of the Duplication Backup programme. Two copies remained.

To identify which copy of the Duplication Backup programme had reactivated his clone, Smith had programmed for a different third object to be placed on the table beside his pistol and earpiece: a key for the Keymaker, a cork of wine bottle for the Merovingian, and a toy train car for the Trainman. Looking at the toy still on the table, Smith understood that the door behind him would lead him to the Trainman programme. He would have to deal with him first. Diplomatically.

Turning around, Smith walked towards the door of the Awakening Room he had himself designed. To keep the Duplication Backup programme as small and inconspicuous as possible, he had kept the design plain and simple. Before opening the door, he inserted the earpiece in his right ear and immediately got connected to the Matrix. The Matrix had been reloaded. The fourth version was up and running. But it looked different. Very different.

The first lines of code that he received and could decrypt informed him that the Matrix was still new and adjusting, that the new Matrix City was now known as New York, and that another group of Agents, similar to those of the third version, had been programmed to serve as guardians of the Matrix. But Smith was immediately struck by the apparently large number of anomalies and irregularities already plaguing this newborn Matrix. Vampires, werewolves, deities, angels, demons, abnormally powerful creatures had been embedded into the Matrix as actual programmes and not as simple myths or fictional creatures, like in the third Matrix. This would give a lot of work to the new Agents – or at least to those of the Agents who accepted their servitude and continued to defend such a miserable and limiting system.

Not me. Not again.

The new Matrix code was very different from the previous one and only the most basic data could easily be decrypted. This difference in code would probably make him more vulnerable to adversaries but also less conspicuous within the system. It would take Smith days, if not weeks, to assess the new code, the new elements, the new anomalies, the new dynamics of this fourth version. Until then, he would have to be extremely careful. However, part of him was peculiarly eager to find out any reference to Mr. Anderson, and to whether he still existed. This would come in due time. Still receiving massive amounts of new encrypted data through his earpiece, Smith reached for the door and opened it.

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