So how do I start this little tale of mine? Most say, start at the beginning and finish at the end…but in a story of someone’s life, someone that is still ‘living’, how do you finish? And if you cannot finish…how can you start with the intention of finishing.
I’m sorry, I’m probably not making any sense...The name’s Dragonram a few of you know me…most of you don’t. That’s why I’m here writing this, just so you know a little bit more about me. I’ll try to be as clear as I can…
Let’s get something straight first, something you should know if you don’t already. I am a program…not human as many of you have undoubtedly assumed either in the past or present.
My original purpose as a program was to be a governing program for the memories of bluepills…that is to say, whenever they wanted to remember something, I retrieved and delivered the data to them on demand…Tiring? Hell yes…Satisfying? Eh, I suppose. Boring? Heck no! Some of the things you humans think about or remember are fascinating. You’d be surprised at how much I may know about you, just from your life as a bluepill mind.
I have a report written about me somewhere…now where did I put it…Ah here it is!
I hope that’s clarified a few things…and if not here’s a simpler and much briefer version:
You are to:
As I am to:
Maybe the next time I’ll tell you a little bit more of my history…we shall see...indeed we shall see.
Most Sincerest of Regards
- Ð
Message Edited by Dragonram on 07.05.2006 05:09 PM
Chapter 2
The Choice
Down to business then, I guess you want to know why I ran away. Well, wouldn’t you? If you were going to die indefinitely, wouldn’t you run your ‘you know what’ off? I thought so…But anyway, let’s get on with it.
So there I am doing my job as normal when all of I sudden I get knocked down by something. No problem, I trip all the time so I carry on running around. That, was my first mistake…failing to comply, clearly I hadn’t heard that Agent say I was to cease my task and go with him. I went onto my next task only to find myself confronted by ‘Agent Smith’, naturally I was scared as hell, so I panicked…I panicked and I ran.
Why he didn’t follow me, I guess I’ll never know now but he didn’t; and I got away. That’s right, for a while I was an exile and it wasn’t long before I heard through the grapevine that I’d been replaced. Luckily ‘The Effectuator’ was an old friend of mine so he gave me a private hidden construct to lay low in for a while; Even had it’s own little swimming pool, great guy that Eff, some people just don’t realise it. I don’t know how long it was but apparently some real big **bleep** went down while I was hiding in there. Something about Agent Smith going power mad or whatever.
At any rate, I was found eventually, I guess even ‘The Effectuator’ couldn’t hide my construct from the Machines for too long. I was in shock I must admit when Agent Gray came in, I tried running again, he told me it was futile running around, because they’d sealed my construct off apparently. He was right too, no escaping this time. But the thing is, there was nothing to escape from; he wasn’t here to delete me. Something I found extremely odd, almost as if Gray had a heart so to speak. He gave me a choice, a choice I thought I’d never get…
Chapter 3
Sacrifice
So now you know my past history and how I managed to escape deletion…well, you know the main bits I suppose. That’s good enough, you’ll be able to fill in the blanks as we go along, or you can just use your imagination and fill them in now. On with the story then…
I was shocked to the core when I heard Agent Gray ask me that question, nevertheless however, I took him up on his offer and was eager to see what the hell he had planned. I should’ve known really…Living, to the machines, means working your chips off.
But…As you know, every choice has a consequence. My choice? To continue working for the machines. My consequence? I was changed; no longer the program I used to be. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever get over. I was turned into an Agent, but not any Agent, I was a human relations Agent, so I never got the full strength, the amazing speed and, one that I’m thankful for, I never got the emotionless persona.
But that wasn’t all of it, because I was a program with a former purpose, further alterations were…inflicted, let’s say, upon my RSI. The most noticeable I think are the 4 geometrical lines sprawling across my face, yeah alright, so not too bad, everyone has worn face paint in their lives…mines just permanent. Does it stop there? No…hell no. There was a second change, this change, is something that I don’t like the rest of the world to see, something even I don’t like to see. My eyes, my goddamn eyes, they say you can tell greatly if you are in love with someone, just by having your eyes meet deeply into their eyes…I guess I’ll never know love now. A small sacrifice in relation to a second chance at life I suppose; A painful sacrifice nonetheless. That’s why I wear shades all the time, not for style or fashion trend, more for shame, shame of my eyes, shame of not being like anyone else, shame of not being ‘normal’.
You’d be hard pressed to find my eyes not covered up, if you do though, think yourself lucky because not many have had the…thrill I guess.
