The Black Key.

[agent_jackson]

::pulls out a special old "L" shaped silver steel key, and unlocks a closet, opening the door, and stepping into a completely white hallway, absently leaving the closet door open, walking slowly down the hall, passing doors on both sides in an almost endless walk, pulling out another key, a very special key, made especially for Agents to see the

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[echomirage]

Jackson, if you delete yourself answer this...who will take your place? smith? he's too buisy with neo, Johnson?...i needed say anything. no program no matter how well written can replace you, and if she dosent love you, change that. sweep her off her feet. i mean,hell your an agent! i'v seen rebles crap there pants and the sight of you, your awsomeness in a suit! dont go, your too loved and needed

[sat1]

*walks up to Jackson, tugs on his sleeve* Y'know, deleting yourself isn't good. Why do you want to do it?

[agent_jackson]

::looks down.::

Because...I'm becoming too unstable.

[sat1]

*blinks* Well, y'know, it's still not good. Oracle told me once when you're deleted you're gone, no coming back. Why don't you come with me to see her? I bet she can make you feel better...

[agent_jackson]

::thinks for a moment, considering it.::

I'm considering seeing the Architect first, but thank you for the offer little Sati.

::smiles wanly.::

[agentthompson]

Jackson, I would advise against this. Deletion is permanent. You cannot come back. You have deviated from your original programming. Perhaps you should simply recompile. You have been effected by virulent code...

[agent_jackson]

A visit to The Architect may be warranted, even if not for Deletion...

[echomirage]

hmm...can you actualy understand him? every time he talks its like going in circles

[agent_jackson]

"You want to learn the truth. Ergo, vis a vis, there is truth to be learnt."

Things like that?