It's not a perfect world. We know that or else we wouldn't be where we are. But no matter what happens, we always have a choice.

She had come to me a few times regarding night terrors. She was emotionally stable but troubled. Traumatic events in her bluepill life caused the night terrors. I really felt for her. She was strong and determined to get past it.

She showed the signs of a potential. Increased sensitivity, intuition, a questioning nature; she described her dreams as if she wondered why they bothered her so much. As if she knew it was all a facade. Soon she would wake up from more than a night terror. But she wasn't quite ready yet.

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I received the transmission while taking a shift watching potentials, and watching her. I couldn't believe it was over. Not that I thought it would last forever, but under these circumstances? Bullsh**!

Shimada called a meeting and instructed us all to practice extreme caution while jacking in. Two volunteers stayed out of the Matrix to man the turrets and watch for Cypherite ships and calamari. It was my first time jacking in to an active war zone. 100 years of war and barely 3 year of "peace". What a joke!

New access codes and updated tunnel maps including mechanical lines were distributed to all Captains and First Mates. A handy tutorial program for piloting mechanical lines was also distributed courtesy of Sparks, whether he knew it or not. The meeting was so brief I planned to review it back onboard The Belteshazzar in case I missed anything. We were dismissed and I was on my way to the exit Digibitt had just hacked when my phone fired. It was her and she had experienced something new. She called them visions.

Digibitt scanned her area and it was clean. I met her in a safe house between her place in Stamos and the exit. She was asking all the right questions. But this extraction would be different than any other I had done. They were no longer allowed. But I couldn't just leave her here. Not when things were about to get heavy.

I opened up the case and emptied the pills in my hand when she started to twitch. She had no history of seizures. This was different. The earpiece and olive/ black suit flickering throughout her residual image was the giveaway. Not much time to decide. No way to escape before she turns. This is a difficult choice, but one I have been trained to make.

She was fighting it, buying me maybe a second. Crying out, questioning her reaction. I apologized as I pulled the trigger. No way could that agent survive in this shell. She went limp and fell over.

I had better get out of here. This is hostile territory now. I just didn't want to leave her, not so abruptly. She was strong in heart and will. She could have been a great asset to Zion and all humans. But it was her or me. When will it end?

The heavy breeze pushed past the curtain and blew her hair into the blood on her jacket. She was almost gone. Is this war worth it? Is my life worth more than hers? That is just another choice I have to make.