Agent Smith Studies: Kittens
"Why do they persist to keep these...creatures." He stated rather than asked, it was rhetorical and therefore did not require an answer. Smith raised the small bundle of codes and instructions before his eyes by the scruff of its neck. Then looked again as a human would.
This is an experiment after all. He smirked at the thought.
The small grey kitten looked into Smith's eyes and 'meowed' innocently. It did not like the scent of this stranger and was eager to return to rest of the litter to feed. It looked around. The other kittens were sitting in a small cardboard box at the feet of the man.
"Jones, why do you suppose they keep them?" Smith turned and looked at his colleague, who was standing with Agent Green at the door way of the office.
"Perhaps they find amusement in them." He looked at the kitten who wrinkled its nose at him. He turned his head slightly and continued to stare at the wall on the other side of the room, appearing to be deep in thought.
"Amusement." Smith muttered. He search his memory log for the human meaning of the word.
Amusement: The act or an instance of amusing or the state of being amused.
He had an idea.
He walked to the office window, his two associates close behind. He opened the window and gazed out.
They were thirty-five stories up.
He dropped the kitten out of the window. It plunged towards the ground.
It meowed piteously as it fell.
The Agents watched and waited.
The kitten watched on in horror as the ground rushed up to meet him. He was curious for a moment.
But only for a moment.
There was a brief outcry as a passerby in the street was struck by a falling kitten.
"Green would you say that was amusing?" He asked, still looking out the window. His face was passive.
"Negative. It seemed pointless." He turned and walked back to his station at the door.
Smith grinned. "I agree. Let us continue this experiment. Jones, bring me another kitten."
******
Green looked at Smith sardonically. "A you certain that you are not enjoying this. That was the sixth one. People in the street are calling the police to investigate. Perhaps you should try another method."
"Very well then." Smith sounded disappointed. "What would you suggest we do then?"
"The humans describe them as 'cute' perhaps we should investigates what makes this so." He turned his attentions elsewhere, this was beginning to bore him.
"Hmm, we could test their physical properties then and ascertain what aspect makes them 'cute'." Jones suggested, Smith liked where this was going.
"Hand me a kitten." Jones did so. "I will require some medical equipment."
A metallic table materialized in the middle of the office. Surgical tools appeared on it.
Green walked to the window and shut it. Smith looked at him inquiringly.
"It was becoming drafty." He stated. Smith shrugged, then placed the kitten on the table. He picked up a scalpel.
Holding the kitten firmly on the table in one hand, he held the scalpel an inch from its tiny throat. The kitten gulped.
"Wait." Green said quickly. Smith looked at him, Green had his finger held against his earpiece.
"What is it?" He asked testily.
"Rebels." Green replied.
"Morpheus?" A nod from Green.
Smith looked at the kitten. "Perhaps next time my friend."
The three Agents disappeared, leaving only three bewildered people standing in their places, wondering where they were, what the hell had just happened and kittens were playing at their feet.
[Few kittens were harmed in the making of this fanfic. - Troll]
"Why do they persist to keep these...creatures." He stated rather than asked, it was rhetorical and therefore did not require an answer. Smith raised the small bundle of codes and instructions before his eyes by the scruff of its neck. Then looked again as a human would.
This is an experiment after all. He smirked at the thought.
The small grey kitten looked into Smith's eyes and 'meowed' innocently. It did not like the scent of this stranger and was eager to return to rest of the litter to feed. It looked around. The other kittens were sitting in a small cardboard box at the feet of the man.
"Jones, why do you suppose they keep them?" Smith turned and looked at his colleague, who was standing with Agent Green at the door way of the office.
"Perhaps they find amusement in them." He looked at the kitten who wrinkled its nose at him. He turned his head slightly and continued to stare at the wall on the other side of the room, appearing to be deep in thought.
"Amusement." Smith muttered. He search his memory log for the human meaning of the word.
Amusement: The act or an instance of amusing or the state of being amused.
He had an idea.
He walked to the office window, his two associates close behind. He opened the window and gazed out.
They were thirty-five stories up.
He dropped the kitten out of the window. It plunged towards the ground.
It meowed piteously as it fell.
The Agents watched and waited.
The kitten watched on in horror as the ground rushed up to meet him. He was curious for a moment.
But only for a moment.
There was a brief outcry as a passerby in the street was struck by a falling kitten.
"Green would you say that was amusing?" He asked, still looking out the window. His face was passive.
"Negative. It seemed pointless." He turned and walked back to his station at the door.
Smith grinned. "I agree. Let us continue this experiment. Jones, bring me another kitten."
******
Green looked at Smith sardonically. "A you certain that you are not enjoying this. That was the sixth one. People in the street are calling the police to investigate. Perhaps you should try another method."
"Very well then." Smith sounded disappointed. "What would you suggest we do then?"
"The humans describe them as 'cute' perhaps we should investigates what makes this so." He turned his attentions elsewhere, this was beginning to bore him.
"Hmm, we could test their physical properties then and ascertain what aspect makes them 'cute'." Jones suggested, Smith liked where this was going.
"Hand me a kitten." Jones did so. "I will require some medical equipment."
A metallic table materialized in the middle of the office. Surgical tools appeared on it.
Green walked to the window and shut it. Smith looked at him inquiringly.
"It was becoming drafty." He stated. Smith shrugged, then placed the kitten on the table. He picked up a scalpel.
Holding the kitten firmly on the table in one hand, he held the scalpel an inch from its tiny throat. The kitten gulped.
"Wait." Green said quickly. Smith looked at him, Green had his finger held against his earpiece.
"What is it?" He asked testily.
"Rebels." Green replied.
"Morpheus?" A nod from Green.
Smith looked at the kitten. "Perhaps next time my friend."
The three Agents disappeared, leaving only three bewildered people standing in their places, wondering where they were, what the hell had just happened and kittens were playing at their feet.
[Few kittens were harmed in the making of this fanfic. - Troll]