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Greetings. You've reached the psychic hotline...
The following automated message is the prediction for
Monday, November 21st.
... The code falls. The code rises again.
It's a cycle.
It looks a bit different from this side.
It looks a bit different when you're blind.
But the cycle never changes, so long as no one makes a choice to change it.
It is, perhaps, ironic that I see so much clearer now than ever before...
True, black lenses now cover empty sockets, where once I had what could be jokingly referred to as "windows to my soul", but there is so much more one can see when one is sightless...
For now, however, let us look back on the past, rather than immediately casting our sight toward the future. Let's start with the
beginning... The first day.
I knew my activities were dangerous; I knew something like this had the high potential of happening as a result... I knew that my actions would draw redpills from throughout the Matrix, each with their own agendas - each curious as to the nature of my research. I even was so bold so as to expect some of the more powerful faction leaders within the organizations to take notice (as indeed they did). However, they were not the only ones interested in this little endeavor...
Agent Pace met with the
Machine Operatives... And Fenshire, apparently by the Chelsea NW hardline, on a bridge overlooking the Mercer Canal.
Meanwhile, Seraph met with the warriors of
Zion to express his "concerns" at Pierce Plaza in the Furihata Neighborhood...
... As Flood, nosy to a fault, met with the
Merovingian soldiers in Club Sphynx in Dannah Heights to - what else - poke his nose into
my business.
After a bit of confusion and some runaround (all engineered by myself to buy more time, of course), the intrepid redpills managed to corner Terminal, an Exile whose original purpose was to facilitate the cycle of death within the Matrix. She was found, fittingly, in the Black Line Subway station in Shinjuku. I must admit that Terminal is rather fond of train wrecks for some reason...
At any rate, she led them, as expected, to the Dawei Sculpture in Yeung Park, Murasaki, where I happened to be sitting finishing up a bit of calculation.
After telling those assembled that I required their help, and explaining that I needed both a large quantity of Exile Blood and a Dire Lupine from Ookami, I sent them on their way. The sun settled over the horizon, and the end of the first day came upon us all.
On the second day, I received my own little surprise from the ghosts of my past.
Someone named "
Tangent" of the HvCft
Rhadamanthus sent a long-range broadcast to everyone, warning of my treachery, and spouting all sorts of things that I had done (which, in all honesty, are completely true). I suppose I am fortunate that the ship itself was out of broadcast range. Having to fight Epsilon in the middle of a meeting would have been the negative highlight of my day, I'm sure.
Speaking of negative highlights, we did have a little act of terrorism that day, didn't we? Honestly, I was planning on doing the same thing those operatives did... But they managed to do it before I had a chance to.
Things seemed to be going well enough... I got my blood and my Lupine.
At this point, my guard NightmareX informed me that a group of Zionists were on their way to my position with an order for my arrest... Before I knew what was happening, explosives started going off in the middle of the crowd, which led to the release of some particularly nasty Exiles. Needless to say, I escaped quickly - which had been the whole point in the first place.
Others, however, were not so fortunate.
The sky continued to darken, though the Exiles were ultimately defeated, and the setting of the sun marked the ending of the second day.
On the final day, I asked
Terminal to make a public broadcast, following up on an
invitation I had sent around earlier to my "funerary party," as it were.
The hour came, and the guests started to arrive... There was a certain tension in the air. Many of them had never seen the hidden club before - it was a good place for new plans, and new discoveries.
Surrounded by some of my closest friends and enemies, I announced that one of them would have the esteemed privilege of killing me.
Disabling my auto-jackout protocol, and enabling the program I had written for the transfer, I sat down on the stage and waited for someone to simply shoot me.
And, eventually, someone did.
My RSI decompiled successfully, all that I was torn apart, infused with new code. I was remade into something else, something
more, something... Exilic.
Of course, even the best-laid plans never work absolutely perfectly...
The loss of my eyes is, however, a minor inconvenience. Exiles, as I am now aware, and as I always supposed, are able to "feel" the code. Thus, although my RSI has been blinded, my mind possesses better sight than ever.
As you can see, the infusion of the Dire Lupine code was, at the least, a success.
On that note, and as I had promised, those who helped me in my experiment were richly rewarded.
For bringing me the Dire Lupine, Major Kusanagi of the Devil's Advocates received a Sakura Ninja Mask and a pair of Widow's Moor Lenses.
For actually bothering to kill me when I told everyone that someone would have to do it, HighAngel of the Rakshas Evolution received a Sakura Ninja Bandana and a pair of Widow's Moor Lenses.
For bringing in a considerable 455 vials of blood (out of a total of 527 vials collected), the Devil's Advocates faction netted themselves 100 million info.
The Kings of Never, and the MegaCity Department of Energy each went away with 50 million info. KashiraKyoushu received 20 million info, and Austrian got 10 million for himself.
Thus, I owe my allies nothing.
I owe the world nothing.
I am free to
be nothing.
... As it should be.
Once I am accustomed to this new form... this new way of being one with the world... I may choose once again to resurface. I shall certainly keep up my duty to the Merovingian, for I still require his patronage. Beyond those eventualities and obligations, I shall simply remain.
In Exilium,
The Endless Void
... Thank you for consulting the Psychic Hotline. Goodbye.
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