::Opening Transmission, *Static* ::LineClear, Message Begins:: ...

I thought I'd send this message through this channel on Data Node One, since each instance of the Mega City, in some way shape or form, has been affected by the Hunter line, well, I guess it'd be the Anderson line, but not the line of Thomas Anderson, no, the line of Bryon Anderson, the so called "Blood Line" of my Father. I say "so called" because there's only one person in our family that was freeborn, DemondHunter's...Michael's dead ex wife. The rest of us are related by code, well really just last name, according to the system we are related by code. We all have families, of the real, of the system, the bluepills that played our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, were related by code. Although most of us don't know even if these "family' members are even awake, we probably still miss them, or at least...think about them. Unlike most bluepill families, my whole family was awakened, well just about my whole family.  This code line started a long time ago, the sytem needed families though, to keep us asleep.  If you haven't guessed all ready, this is NegativeEight, James Blank, better known as James Anderson, brother of Michael. I am here to tell you the story of the oldest brother of our family, David. The archive containing his story was given to Michael three weeks after his awakening, he never opened it, until yesterday. He just sent it to me today. It was too hard for him, to talk about it, but I thought the story of David Anderson deserves to be told.  My father was an old man, his oldest son a teenager, about the age of seventeen or so, his younger son, about age fifteen, me, about age thirteen. It's been about five years, if I counted correctly, since David's awakening. He was one of the first couple awakened at the fresh start of the truce. A lot of the zionites were still pretty shook about jacking into the Matrix. David was in the first round of awakenings, so there was still enough technology to level him from the real, he was speed leveled to fifty-five in about thirty-six hours. He specialized in the use of two Submachine guns, dual pistols, rifle skills, sniping, kung fu, karate, and aikido. He spent a week studying the Zion Archive about Neo, and all the recorded happenings before the truce. A day later, for the first time, he jacked in. Although he was a neurokinetic power leveled fifty-five, he didn't exactly know what he was doing, for he was leveled in the real, and this was his first day in the field...he was alone, waiting for the arrival of fellow crewmates, from the Hovercraft, SlashCommand. It was a ten man ship, the operator, Lenyrae, the captain, HawkzSpeed, and the first mate, QuickShot, and seven others. David,  his handle DaemonHunTer, jacked in, let the code run, and looked around. He put on a pair of green tinted sunglasses, smiled, and hyperjumped straight up into the air, he landed about a meter away, not much at all. He looked up again, smiled, yelled "woohoo" and propelled himself into the air, he flew from roof top to roof top like an eagle, he was having a *CENSORED* good time doing it. He ran into a few gangs, they were no match for him, synchronized a few hardlines, just had fun. What was there to do? The world was his oyster, his cockyness and teenager ego made him think, he finally stopped moving, one last jump, from the top of tabor tower to the center of the plaza, the floor split, and cracked, blocks and shards of debree flew everywhere news stands toppled, newspaper flew, the benches fell over one of them splintered, and some of the glass windows and doors shattered, the only thing that seemed to not be damaged was him, and the hardline, he just smiled. He turned towards the hardline, and walked with his head held high, and a strong breeze hit, blew his sunglasses clean off, and a shiver went up his spine, he turned quickly taking a kung fu speed pose, everything that he had broken in his final jump was fixed, and an Agent stood there. A cold drop of sweat formed on his forehead, crawled down the bridge of his nose, leaped and fell onto the now clean and repaired concrete, it was like a raindrop, it was the only sound made, even the beeping horns and the car engines went silent with DaemonHunTer's focus on the Agent's square sunglasses, DaemonHunTer was frozen in the pose, the agent crossed his arms...shook his head and waved his finger simultaneously, and took two steps toward DaemonHunTer...

[[To be Continued]]

::The Line turns to Static, and the message closes, you wonder if there is more to the message:: . . .

::Another Message blinks across your screen....Continue? Y/N.... ::Y::

::A hologram like transmission appears before your screen of a static figure, and he begins to speak...::

The Agent took one last step towards DaemonHunTer. "Hello, Mr. Anderson". DaemonHunTer recoiled into a hyperjumping position, and the Agent signaled for him to stop...DaemonHunTer was puzzled, almost forgetting about the truce in the historical archives he had read...He rose an eyebrow, his blue eyes like two round bluepills, were wide, staring at the agent. The Agent spoke, "Welcome to the Matrix, Mr. Anderson, we've been waiting for you...we've watched you for quite some time, and realized there was something different about you. Every bit of the historic archives DaemonHunTer read in the real came rushing back to him in a clean sweep, and he cut the agent off..."Is this some kind of kiss *CENSORED* speech? 'Cause if it is, I'm not buying it. Lemme' guess, now that you aren't trying to slaughter us redpills, you're going to pretend to be friendly and promise to sign a lovely paycheck of information if we do whatever you say with no questions asked?" The Agent was puzzled, he himself cocked and eyebrow, and then shook his head. "Mr. Anderson..., DaemonHunTer replied swiftly, "my name is DaemonHunTer", he grunted, as he cocked his head to the right, as if the agent was wasting his valuable time. "Eh, Mr. Anderson, it is protocal for me to address you as your bluepill name, and you shall in return address me as Agent Intero." DaemonHunTer chuckled, "All right, Intero...I have things to do, as much as I'd love to chit chat with a representative of the things that tried to slaughter my people, I got field work to do. Later Feddy, *DaemonHunTer did a cartwheel to where his green tinted sunglasses had landed, "Goodbye, Mr. Anderson" the agent muttered,  as DaemonHunTer pushed the shades against the bridge of his nose, and recoiled, he smirked, again with his cocky teenager self getting out, and sprung, like a missle, straight up into the air, through the clouds, and into the sky, he thought if he had jumped any higher he would of broken the Matrix's limits, and been forced to jack out...but he hadn't thought of directing his leap, and he looked down..."*poop*" he mumbled... for he knew if he came straight back down, in front of that agent, he'd look foolish. With all his might, he pushed his feet back, and his jump propelled forward, but since he hadn't propelled from the start of the jump, he only went a few inches forward...and then fell....straight down, he sped towards the Matrix at incredible speed, his green tinted sunglasses cracked under the pressure, and as he fell, he grabbed onto the ledge of two story,  nearby building, his jaw collided with the edge of the roof, and cracked, his sunglasses jumped up over his head, and fell to the cement, he heard them crack, seconds after his jaw, he stopped himself by jamming the heels of his black heckler sneakers into the window, the window cracked, rapidly, as if the temperature suddenly dropped and froze over water, the image appeared like a giant spider web. Blood filled his mouth, and spilled over his bottom lip, like an overflowing punch bowl, three bottom row teeth flowed over with the blood red liquid. A sleeping office worker awoke suddenly, although not from the system that kept him asleep so peacefully, from a slumber what he believed to be reality.....ah, ignorance is bliss... the office worker jumped, "Holy *poop*!" DaemonHunTer smirked, and then fully smiled, the blood still rapidly dripping out of his mouth, like heavy rainfall, he waved at the sleeper, and pulled himself over the roof ledge and onto the top. The pain finally hit him, it jolted through his coded jaw like lightning, Ah *CENSORED*!!!! He hollered, and grunted a "son of a *CENSORED*" as he placed his bare left hand on the bottom corner of his jaw, and his right hand on the right side of his jaw, and snapped his jaw into place. He felt his missing teeth, and soared down to a hardline, he synchronized it, and called his Operator. "Operator", Lenyrae said through the phone. "I think it's time to test this Emergency-Jackout Procedure..." mumbled DaemonHunTer, quite embarrassed of breaking his jaw. Why? Your vitals seem fine, did you get yourself in a glitch? DaemonHunTer grunted, "no, I lost some teeth..." Lenyrae laughed, "All right, no need for EJP, just re-enter the loading area, and sit tight for a while, when you jack in again, you should be patched up." "all right mate, thanks, how's my body in the real, DaemonHunTer questioned. "All good, just a little blood droplits in the corners of your mouth."

The phone rang, DaemonHunTer picked it up, he saw from the corner of his eye, the Agent, the one that had bothered him earlier, he ignored him, and entered the loading area..."

::The transmission line hangs again...::