D0MR8

**MetaLogic** · 06/06/2008 12:18:23

It has been awhile since the Smith Virus has infected the simulation. Meta’s friend Jess was still inside the mental institution. She has been written off as Schizophrenic, but Meta knew that the Smith virus has infected her mind. Meta has spent the last few days within the bluepill’s Archives, trying to find anything that may help his friend. However, he has not been able to find anything of substance. However, his luck is about to change.

    Meta looks up at the sky, it's cloudy again, with a green tint. He looks around, seeing nothing but Warehouses. He pulls the sleeve back on his coat and looks at the watch. It's 1200 hours MegaCity time. ‘The informant is late’, groans Meta. He lets out a soft sigh under his mask and looks down to the ground. The ground was asphalt, littered with a few trash of papers, and cigarette butts. Just then, a black car screeches around a corner. The tires, spinning, as the driver almost loses control as the car fish tails after taking the turn. The car flies past him, and something flies out of it. Meta couldn’t see who it was, all the windows were tinted, but a box lands at his feet. He looks down at the box, it's a red cardboard box, with a black string around it. He kneels down to pick it up. He inspects it closer, looking at it carefully. He pulls on the string and it comes off. He slowly opens up the box and inside was a piece of rolled up paper. Meta pulls the paper out and discards the box back to the ground, and read what was on the paper.

In order to cleanse the mind, one must look for unlikely sources, knowledge is a powerful thing, which is why Slave Masters of old kept it from their slaves. Seek the knowledge, but be warned, the Master is powerful and has many tentacles that can reach you in here, and in the real.

    Meta tucks the note into his coat pocket and taps his Bluetooth. “Joan, we got our first real clue, apparently the Merovingian has the answer to cleanse Jess’s mind, but the note says it’s not going to be easy. I’m going to run a check on all the exiles under his employment, and those that may be in Blackwood.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’m going to upload the note through a Satellite Dish, I want you to analyze the code structure and see if you can find out who our informant is.”
“Yes sir.”

    Meta hangs up his Bluetooth, and walks towards the nearest Hardline. ‘These Hardlines never seem to get dirty’, he thought. He picks up the phone and dials in Sai Kung C Hardline. Within seconds he appears out of a smoke of green codes and is at Sai Kung. He looks up at the apartment building across from him. He looks left and right for bluepills, when none are to be seen, he hyper jumps to the apartment building. He lands right next to the dish, the ground shake as he lands, He sits down at the laptop next to the dish and typed in his hovercraft signal. After he has it locked, he uploads the note. The hunt for the cure, was on.

**MetaLogic** · 06/05/2008 11:51:34

    The Merovingian is one of the most influential exile inside the simulation, and if you want something in return, you must give him something equal or greater in value. Meta knows this, and he knows that if he's going to get something from The Merovingian, that he would have to pay a dear price for it. However, it will be worth it.   Meta stands outside of Club Messiah, a club in Chelsea. His first stop was to go see Hypatia, an exile who collects data and records of the simulation. Club Messiah looks like several other clubs in the city, it was a plain brick building, with cement columns running up the middle of the front. There are two steel doors at the entrance, covered in graffiti, along with the walls and windows of the entrance.

    Meta walks up and opens up the door. Inside, there were two bouncers behind the front desk. He pulls out his wallet and plucks down enough cash for the entrance fee. The female bouncer takes the cash and hands Meta a purple wristband. Meta puts it on and starts walking down to the main floor of the club. The main floor is empty, except for the custodian crew and a few club’s staff members. Hypatia was sitting up in the box, overlooking the main floor. Meta walks up to the entrance of the box and knocks. Hypatia places a bookmark in her book and looks up. Hypatia has white and gray hair that goes down past her shoulder, she has ruby red lipsticks and wearing a skin tight shirt that shows off her curves. Finally, she has on a short skirt and stockings. She looks at Meta and smiles.

    “Come sit, I’ve been waiting for you, Cypherite.” Meta raises one eyebrow and slowly sits on the couch nearest to him. “You’re the one, that has such affinity for the blues, aren’t you, yes, everyone knows about you.”
“Exiles” Meta thought, “They always have to make a *CENSORED* speech.”
“You’re looking to rid the Smith Virus from your friend’s mind aren’t you? Usually, it would be easier with a redpills such as yourself, your brain pattern, memory, personality are all recorded and stored on your hovercraft’s computer. However, with bluepills, it’s harder. The machines doesn’t care about their mental state, all they care about is that they’re producing power.”
“You know why I’m here, and you can get me one step closer, can we please skip the speech and get to the point?”

    Hypatia lets out a sigh and taps her book with her fingernails. “Fine, some people can’t appreciate drama apparently. The Merovingian doesn’t hold any formula or solution to your friend’s problem, however, he does hold the person who can cure your friend. His name is ‘Freud’. He is from the very first version of The Matrix, he was in charge of studying the human mind, to see how they think, feel, process information, stuff like that. However, when the Paradise Matrix failed, he was faced with deletion, he of course chose Exile. During the second version, he was an exile posing as bluepill psychologist, he was able to convince some of the bluepills from the second version that it was just a dream. When the second one failed and The Merovingian chose exile, he disappeared. As far as I can tell, he is being held by Merv, why, I don’t know. I don’t even know where he is. However, I can point you to someone who does.”

    She then pulls a napkin close to her, pulls out a pen from her skirt and scribbles something onto the napkin. She then walks over to Meta and puts it in his hand. She then slowly walks back to her chair, “You better be careful though, it doesn’t take long for the boss to know who’s doing what, especially when it comes to his asset.” Meta nods, gets up and bows to Hypatia. He then walks out of the box, and out of the club. He looks at the napkin, and it’s simply says “Construct”. Meta lets out a sigh, “Well, I guess we’re going to have to talk to Archivist then” he told himself.

    Meta starts walking towards the Chelsea hardline, and he taps his Bluetooth. “Joan, any update on that note?”
“No, so far all I can tell that it wasn’t written by a redpill, a program, exiled.”
“Anything else?”
“the paper itself is ordinary, but the ink, it has a unique code, I think someone wrote it specifically for you.”
“Why me?”
“I don’t know, but I would keep an eye out for anyone who may be looking for you,”
“Roger that, thanks Joan”
Meta hangs up his Bluetooth, and dials in the Apollyon, he was going to talk to the Archivist.

**MetaLogic** · 06/05/2008 12:05:48

    Archivist is found standing in a bookstore, reading the same book that he always read. He has on a dark green coat, tan slacks, light brown shoes with no laces, a dark red tie, and a dark colored shirt. His light brown hair was slicked back and was wearing square glasses with green frames. Meta studies his features from the entrance of the store, and then he walks up to him. He stands in front of Archivist and waits for him to acknowledge his presence. However, the Archivist keeps reading the book. Meta then fakes a cough, nothing. Finally he rolls his eyes and yanks the book away from him.

    Archivist looks up, “Yes, how may I help you?” Meta smirks a little and clears his throat. “Why you can help me my good sir, I am looking for a program that the Merovingian has under his either employment or control, called ‘Freud’.”
“Why should I give you that information?”
“Because, I think we both can learn from him, what I need from him is a way to cleanse the mind of a bluepill, and since he is from the first version of the simulation, and have studied the bluepills mind, that were around for the first and second version, he can provide some valuable information for the Society’s record.”

    Archivist studies Meta and strokes his chin, he looks up, and goes into deep thought. “What about The Merovingian, I can get in trouble with him if I help someone who is not under his employment.”
“Who the Hell is going to tell, you?”
“No…”
“I’m not going to tell either, I know what he is capable of, and trust me, I’d like to avoid that.”
Archivist looks around and then he nods. “Can I have my book back please, I’ll need it to find this exile.” Meta hands back the book. Archivist flips through the book and he studies a few pages, “Ah ha, here he is…oh, this isn’t good.”
“What?”
“Freud, the exile that you seek, is in Blackwood”
“The Prison construct?”
“Yes…hmm…this is strange…”
“What?”
“Apparently someone’s been expecting you to go into Blackwood, they want to meet you there.”
“Who?”
“I have no clue, do you want to go?”
“Well if someone wants to meet me, and it’s where Freud is, then I don’t really have a choice then, do I?”
“Very well, I wish you the best of luck.”

    Archivist starts chanting, and green circles and codes starts to radiate from him, rising up from the ground swirling around both Meta and Archivist, and then a big green, yellowish flash blinds Meta. He then felt a thud as he hit the ground.

    Meta closes his eyes, trying to get rid of the temporary blindness. He opens up his eyes, and all he could see is a forest. It was dark, but he could see outlines of trees. He looks around, nothing but trees and darkness. Then he hears a sound, it sounds like an animal howl. Then he hears rapid footsteps. Meta yanks out his two sub-machine guns. But before he could react he's hit on the back of the head by a large blunt object.

    Meta awake several hours later, was in a daze. He wakes up to find himself in a concrete room, which is lit by a single candle. His mask, glasses and Bluetooth are gone, and he has no idea where he is, or who brought him here. Meta slowly sits up, and looks around. It's a small room, big enough for a cot, a small dresser and a night stand. The door is reinforced steel alloy. All of the sudden, the door opens. A strange figure in SWAT gear came in, with the helmet on. The figure spoke, “Oh Good, you’re up.”
“Where…where am I?”
“You’re inside Blackwood, more specifically, you’re inside my outpost, I guess my home.”
“Ok…wait…you’re voice sounds familiar.”
“It should, we’ve known each other ever since we were in first grade, you were a bluepill back then, and I was newly exiled.”
“Mon…”
“Yes, it’s me, of course I go by D0MR8 now.”

    D0MR8 takes off her helmet, she has dark brown spiked hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw line. She's two inches taller than Meta, with a slightly muscular body. She slightly smiles at Meta and sits down on the floor across from him. “I hear you go by MetaLogic now, I guess we’ve both changed our names”, she chuckles. Meta couldn’t help but smile.
“So I guess you’re going to help me.” he states
“Or at least try, there’s only so much I can do, The Merovingian doesn’t give me much leeway, I am basically here to keep things in order.”
“Well, I’m glad to have your help, and we both got a lot of catching up to do, how long has it been now, seven years?”
“Yep, seven years since we last talked.”
“Well hopefully we can catch each other back up while I’m in here.”
They both smile and laugh.

**MatrixRefugee**

(( Brilliant stuff! I like the attention to detail and the pace of this story: not too fast, not too slow, but quick enough to make the reader want to see more ans see it soon! Keep it coming!))

**MetaLogic**

    The main room of D0MR8 shack is small, it has a fireplace, two wooden chairs, and just like the bedroom, has cement walls and floors. The front door was also a reinforced steel alloy. Meta checks over his guns, in front of the small fire that she has going. He glances over and notice D0MR8 watching him. He realizes that his mask is off and smiles. “So, where have you been these past seven years?” she asks.

    Meta sighs and leans back in the chair. Well, for the past two years, I’ve been a redpill, first working for the machines, and then for the Cypherites. But for the five years before that, I’ve been going to college and then working for the MegaCity Archives.” D0MR8 looks down at her boots, “I missed you, a lot, we haven’t talked since High School you know.”
“Yea, I know. I didn’t know you were an exile, I mean since first grade, until now, I always assumed you were human, and later a bluepill.”
“Well, I’m not, I am a Second Generation Exile. I was originally created as a Simulacra for a very very sick program. He liked….little girls if you catch my drift.”
Meta cringes, “Sorry to hear that…”
“Don’t be, when I was 10 years old, I killed him. He only had one shell. Soon after, The Merovingian took me in, trained me and now has me as a guard for Blackwood, a twenty three year old guard.”
“So, how did you go from Monica to D0MR8?”
“Detention Officer Monica Regiment 8.”
“Ahh.”
“Yea, The Merovingian would like to keep some of the exiles in here, so there are several Regiments, I am on the 8th.”
“So, are you always in here?”
“Yep, I can’t leave…” Monica’s voice trails off.
Meta looks at her, and softly ask her “You’re trapped, aren’t you?”
Monica nods.
Meta gets up, pulls Monica up in front of him and hugs her. She hugs back and snuggles into his shoulder and neck. She then looks at him. “We should rest, we’ll look for Freud in the morning.”
Meta looks at her, “How did you know?”
Monica smiles, “Who do you think sent that note?”

    Meta smiles back, “I guess we better get to sleep then.” She nods and she leads him back to her bedroom. “I hope us sharing a bed won’t be uncomfortable.” She looks back at him and he gives her a shake of his head. She slowly sits down on the cot and takes off her boot. She slowly begins to remove the gear from her body, exposing the shallow curves of her body As long as Meta’s known Monica, she was a tomboy, and she dresses and looks like one. After she removes her gear, her wearing a white t-shirt and dark blue plain slacks shows. Meta gaze over her body, while Monica looks at him and smiles.

    Meta removes his coat, shoes, and gloves. He then unbuckles his many gun hostlers and lay them beside Monica’s guns. The two lay down side by side and pulls the cover up to their neck. Meta then blows out the candle on the night stand. Before he drifted off to sleep, he could feel Monica’s arm around his chest. She presses her body against his back, she is warm, Meta smiles and falls asleep

**Tranque101**

((Very nice work, more addicting then the Blues ill tell you that.))

**MatrixRefugee**

(( Very nice! I like the background details on this, and I'm looking forward to seeing more! I like the chemistry between Monica and Meta.))

**MetaLogic**

    Even when it’s daytime inside the Simulation, inside Blackwood, it is dark. Monica explains that it’s always dark, The Merovingian deprives his captive of the sunlight, as punishment but also as accommodation for some of the exiles, mainly, vampires. Monica is wearing her SWAT uniform, and she’s carrying a shotgun and a rifle that is on a strap that is around her body. She has on a utility belt in which holds holy water, wooden stakes, and a pack of silver bullets. Meta follows her closely as they dodge from tree to tree. Without light, they both have to rely on their other senses more heavily.

    They both dodge behind a huge oak, and Monica sits down. Meta sits down next to her, catching his breath. “So, how well do you know Blackwood?” he asks. “Pretty well, exiles in here have set up camp throughout the place. They have primary camps, in which they all gather, however, they also like to hunt each other. My job is to keep them in here.”
“Doesn’t sound too hard”
Monica gives Meta a stern look, “It is, these are some nasty exiles Sean, trust me, there’s a reason I have all of these things attach to my belt.”
“Ok, ok, sorry, so where is Freud located at?”
“He has an underground lab, somewhere off to the Northwest edge of the construct, about 1,000km away.”
“Well, let’s get going.”
“Wait…”

    Monica holds up her hand, and looks around. She slowly gets up and cocks her shotgun. Meta slides up next to her and pulls out his Sub Machine guns. In the darkness, they could hear it. The ruffling of feet, the soft hisses, and the licking of teeth and lips. ‘Vampires’ Meta thought. Monica reaches to her belt and pulls out a stake. She reaches down in search of something else, but she can’t find it. “*CENSORED* it,” she whispers, “I forgot the light.” Meta reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a flash bomb. He pulls the pin and throws it up in the air. “Keep your eye shield.” he tells Monica.

    Within seconds a bright flash encompasses the immediate area. Screams and hissing echo from the vampires, Monica and Meta open fire, fighting back to back. One Vampire leaps from the air, towards the couple and Meta raises his gun and blast away. The bullets rips through the vampire’s head, causing an amazing explosion of brains, guts, and blood. Monica with her shotgun in one hand and stake in the other jumps into the middle of a group of vampires. She twist and turns, firing some of the vampires away while stabbing others in the heart. Meta quickly switches from sub machine guns to handguns, using one to cause massive damage to more than one vampires. The other is use to blast the vampires brains or heart away. Meta grabs one of the vampires by the throat and pushes him against another group. He then brings his submachine gun and lets out a huge blast. Bullets spray the group down as shell casing flies from the gun. All of the sudden, one vampire clicks his tongue and hisses in short and long sequences. The group runs off and disappears.

    Monica and Meta lets out a sigh and start to catch their breath. Meta looks over at Monica, “What was that?”
“They were hungry, and they must’ve pick up on your scent.”
“Why did they quit?”
“Vampires want an easy meal, if the meal isn’t easy, then they’re not going to bother.”
“Oh, that’s good to know.”
“Yea, plus, we kinda cut down on the membership of their hunting party.”
Meta and Monica both let out a chuckle.
“Maybe…we should hyper jump rest of the way, you do posses that ability right?”
Monica rolls her eyes and mocks Meta’s mouth movement.
“Yes, I do. Redpills aren’t the only one who can get upgrades ya know.”
Meta chuckles and smiles, “Sorry, well we better get going then.”
The couple hoister their guns, and Monica Hyper jump away, with Meta in pursuit of her.

**MetaLogic**

((Sorry for the delay, RL took priority for awhile))

    Monica and Meta softly walk up to an opening in the woods of Blackwood. It’s a simple circular opening that has grass growing in it. The grass is cut, which was odd since everything else in Blackwood seems to be nothing but chaos and disorder. The couple stepped out into the opening and look around. “This is where he’s at?” “Yea, his lab is underground though, we just need to find a way to get down there.” Meta pulls out his head lamp and clips it to the side of his glasses. He turns it on and looks around. On one of the tree, he could see carvings.
    Meta slowly steps towards the tree, and starts to study the carvings. “Monica, come here.” Monica walks over to where Meta is and looks with him. She takes off her gloves and runs her fingers over the carving. “Codes…algorithm” “Can you decode it?” “Yea.” Monica looks at the carving and slowly speaks under her breath, all of the sudden, green codes rise from the opening. The codes start to take shape, crowding around a predefined space and sticking to what seems like nothing in the air. Finally a green flash flow from the codes and the couple look over. It’s an elevator, a brand new elevator. The doors slowly opens up to the couple. “Well, looks like we found out way in Mon.” “Yep.”
    They step into the elevator and the door closes behind them. They didn’t even notice the jerk that elevators usually give when they start moving. There was a nice hum as it descends below ground. Sean looks at Monica, and Monica looks back. “You know Sean…I just…” However, before she could finish her sentence the door opens to reveal an underground lab. “Dammit.” Monica thought.
    It’s a small lab, with lab tables running along the walls and a desk in the middle. In the far back, there is a curtain. The lab tables has black top and made out of wood. Beneath the black tops, is a series of drawers and cabinets. Above the lab tables is a series of cabinet, holding books, beakers, and even bones of humans and various animals. The desk is made of green steel and has a pasty white top on it. The chair is a small yellow chair with a padding on the seat and one on the back. Both of the padding has several tears and wears on it. On the desk sit’s a computer that belongs in the late 70s, a few papers and a cup of coffee.
    Meta begins to walk around the lab when a figure appeared from the other room, a medium height, white man with a white beard, a full head of white hair. He holds a cigar in his hand and wears a white lab coat. The figure wears thick glasses and is mumbling to himself. He then stops in his traps and looks at Meta and Monica.
“Wait…how did you two get in here?”
Monica stepped up, “We found the Algorithm on one of the trees.”
“Ah, you’re a security program aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“And who is he?”
“I’m a redpill sir.” Meta answers.
Freud sits in his chair.
“Ah, of course, of course, you don’t read like a program. Well, I was about to enjoy a nice cigar, but since you two rudely invaded my home, what can I do for you?”
“Sir, first off, sorry for the invasion, but I need your help. I understand that you’re a program from the first and second version of the Matrix, and you studied the human mind.”
“I still do boy-o.”
“Right, anyways, I need help with a blue pill, a few months back, her mind was overwritten by a Smith virus, and so far I have no way to revert her mind back to normal, and I was told you might be able to help, since you study the minds of bluepills.”
    Freud looks at Meta, and then he looks over at Monica. He looks into her eyes and smirks alittle. “You know, it’s strange, not every day I see a program who’s reads like you do when they’re around humans. Usually programs don’t get that way about humans, but what do I know.” He swings back to Meta. “I may be able to help you, there has been cases where programs overwrite the bluepill’s mind, and the process of that overwriting been reversed. It has been a difficult process, but I have worked on it, and luckily for you, it is as easy as drinking a vial!”
    Freud sits up from his chair, he walks over to one of the lab tables and picks up a vial. The vial contained a fluid-gel like substance in it. He walks over to Meta and holds it up in front of him. “Get the bluepill to drink this, and she’ll be as right as rain. However, she won’t remember the past few days before her overwritten or the time she was overwritten.” Freud smirks again and he closes his fingers around the vial. “Now, I want you to do something for me.” Meta and Monica look at each other, and looks at Freud. “Ok,” he spoke, “What do you want?”
“I want access to the bluepills again.”
“You know The Merovingian won’t allow that.” Monica replied.
“Well then…I guess…”
“Wait…I see you have a computer, can you do your studies and work from it?”
“I might, if I have the right connection.”
“I can get someone to hook you up to the bluepill database, from there you’ll be able to read their medical files, police files, about their lives, you’ll even be able to track their movements.”
“Hmm…we have a deal boy-o!”
Meta and the doctor walk towards one another, shake hand and Meta grabs the vial.
“Now be gone, both of you!”
Monica gives Meta a questionable look as they walk back towards the elevator. They step into the elevator again, and as soon as the door closes, “Ok, how are you going to pull that off?”
“Easy, just create a connection from the machines database, run it through a few proxies, and then run it to his computer.”
“Ah” Monica has to smile, *CENSORED* him, it’s an ingenious of a plan.
    The door opens again, to reveal the same opening in the woods. “Well, we better get a move on.” Meta nods. Meta and Monica both step out, and all of the sudden, the world goes black for both of them.

**MatrixRefugee**

(( Yikes, cliffhanger! Where's this going to go...?))

**Tranque101**

((very good as per usual, but like siege said the cliffhanger is quite ominous))

**MetaLogic**

    Pain and agony scream from every inch of Meta’s body, he twist and turns, trying to escape his tormentors, but with no luck. His screams and cries for help go unheeded by those presented in the dark room. One of the female raises the cat o’ nine tails above her head and slam it against Meta’s body, he lets out a blood curling scream. The female raise the whip and does it again, each pebble at the end of the whips dig into his flesh, as she pulls it away, she pulls away part of Meta’s flesh.

    Then, all the sudden, another scream came from a different room. Electrical shocks fills the room between screams. It was Monica, Meta looks around, his heart starts to race, he starts to tug and fight against the restraints he’s in. Another female walk up and slap him across the face with a paddle. “There will be none of that human.” she tells him, in a silky voice. Meta fight to remain conscious, and he keeps fighting against the restraints. His body was weak, it wanted to give out. “Just pass out, maybe you’ll both live.” he mind tells him. However his heart wants to keep fighting, the heart rapidly pumps blood through his tormented body, trying to keep him awake. However, it’s no use, Meta slips out of consciousness, and the last thing he hears is another one of Monica’s screams.

    A soft but cold hand rubs against Meta’s face, it touches a scar on his face. He moans and tries to move, however he hears a soft “shh” and “it’s over, I’m ok, and you’re ok, you need to rest.” Meta didn’t want to rest, he wanted to know what the *CENSORED* was going on! How long did the torturing last, will there be more, where are they, and who is with him? However, the most important thing to him is whether or not Monica was ok.
    Meta finally wakes up, pain echoing through his body, he sits up and notice he’s in a small chamber, with two cots on either side of the room. The chamber is made out of stone and the only light is coming from a single light bulb in the middle of the room. The figure on the other side of the room is laying in the cot. Meta slowly gets up and walks over, he pulls the blanket down from the face, it was Monica. Meta lets out a soft sigh and he bends down to kiss her on the cheek. He walks back over to his cot and sits back down.
    A few more hours passes, and both Meta and Monica are up. Meta has been stripped down to his white t-shirt, gray jeans, and shoes. Monica has been stripped down to her white undershirt, black pants, and boots. They’re both sitting on their respective cots looking at each other and looking into the ground. Meta leans back and lets out a soft sigh.
“Let me guess, we are inside The Merovingian Chateau construct, more likely the basement.”
“Yep”
“We has just endured several hours of torture because I entered into his domain illegally, and interfered in his business.”
“Yep”
“You’re in here because you helped me, which I guess as a Security program, you weren’t supposed to do.”
“Nope, my role in the Merovingian organization is to just guard Blackwood, that’s it.”
Meta sits up and looks at Monica. Her face is worn, her bright blue eyes now have a hint of gray in it. Her spiked hair is matted down. “Why did you help me?”

    Monica looks back at him. “Because of the way I feel about you, of the way I’ve always felt about you, ever since we dated in High School. I love you Sean, I love you very much and I haven’t seen you in seven years. I knew you were looking for a way to help your friend, and I knew it would eventually lead you to Blackwood, it was my chance…to….see you….again.” Monica looks down.
“From the way you broke up with me, it didn’t seem like you love me.”
“I know…I’m sorry….I know I hurt you, but….I had to complete my training, and The Merovingian was going to cut me off from you anyways. He told me that I would be confined to Blackwood as soon as my training was done. I figured…it would be best if I cut off ties with you before that happened.” Monica got up from her cot, walked over to Sean. She knelt down in front of him, taking one of his hands into both of her hands. Her hands felt warm and soft against his skin. Their eyes met.
    “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret that decision. Not a day goes by that I don’t hate myself for doing that, not a day goes by that my heart doesn’t scream out your name. I’ve been through a lot these past seven years, and I wanted you to be with me, I needed you to be with me. I know I’m just a program, but, I also know what it means to love, to care, and…to hurt. I still need you Sean, and I still love you.”

    Meta looks into her eyes, he takes his other hand and stroke her cheek, she press her cheek against the palm of his hand. “I feel the same way, not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, that I don’t wonder what you’re doing. I’ve tried to forget about you, I’ve tried to move on, but I couldn’t, and I can’t. I love you too Monica, and you’re more than just a program to me. You’re the woman I grew up with, you’re the woman I’ve dated, and you’re the woman I want to be with.”

    Monica slowly gets up and she wraps her arms around Meta’s neck. She looks deep into his eyes, and their lips softly meet. Their eyes slowly close as their lips close the gap between them, ecstasy and sparks flies through the air. Meta wraps his arms around Monica’s waist, pulling her closer. She straddles his lap, pressing her body against his. The couple let out a soft moan as they embrace one another and share a passionate, tender moment with each other. All of the sudden, the door to their cell opens up, an Elite Guard walks in. The couple stop kissing and looks at him, “*CENSORED*, another romantic moment ruined.” Meta thought.
“The boss wants to see the human.” Monica looks at Meta, with worries in her eyes.

**MatrixRefugee**

(( Whoo.... I love the contrasts in this: from the torture scene to the interrupted romantic interlude. And ho boy, what does the Merv have in store for them...?))

**MetaLogic** · 09/13/2008 20:45:36

((Finally updating it lol))

The Merovingian and his wife are sitting at a table in a long hall. The halls are decorated with medieval shields and statues of knights. Columns reach from the ground high to the ceilings. The columns are dark green, the rest of the halls are either black or dark gray. Monica and Meta walk side by side, hands and feet in cuffs. An elite guard walk behind them. The Merovingian looks up and smiles, he lets out a soft chuckle.

"Well well well, look at what we have. A dreamer with no dreams, and of course La Chienne stupide le con, you miserable program! I have taken you in and this is how you treat me! By letting this....this....ordure illusoire into MY Construct and helping him defy MY rules and regulations?! Aye aye aye, I have kept you under my employment for as long as I can remember, and I shall keep you under my employment until the end of this....game. You will never win your freedom you putain!"

Monica clenches her fist, her teeth starts to show. Meta looks over and looks around. The Merovingian was heavily guarded; she would be killed before she even got to him. He then steps forward and clears his throat.

"I want to make a deal with you Merv."

Merovingian glances over at Meta, and leans back in his chair. He takes a sip of his martini. "Of course...what do you propose?"

Meta looks over at Monica, and then he smiles and winks at her.

"Why are you getting so upset over a program? Especially one that have obviously been programmed to follow whatever orders she's given. I mean it's pretty obvious that her coding is elementary at best. If you ask me sir, I would not waste any more time with her. Nor would I waste any time disposing of her. You have to spend your resource wisely."

The Merovingian smiles and was impressed. Monica was shocked by what Meta was saying.

"Go on...what are you proposing?"

"A human would be better suited for your needs Merv. A human can think, they can calculate, and redpills like me are not as constrained by the Matrix as programs are, no offense to you of course. Here is what I am proposing. You let D0MR8 free, and I assume her debt. I will work for you, and work off her debt, for her."

"Sean, No!" Monica started running towards him, but the elite guard restrained her.

"Ahh...you are right, a human would be better than a program." The Merovingian raises his hand and claps twice. One of the women in a black suit comes out of the darkness and puts a paper down in front of The Merovingian. She then produces a pen.

"Step up here", Meta steps up to the table. It was a contract. The Merovingian hands him the pen. "This simply states that her debts are now yours, and she can go free. However, you will be under my employment."
"No harm will come to her from your organization, right?"
"Yes yes, of course."
"Very well."
"NO, DON'T DO IT!"

Meta picks up the pen, and he writes down his Bluepill and redpill names. The woman in black collects the paper, and The Merovingian lets out a soft chuckle. Monica collapses to her knees, tears coming down her face.

"Do you realize what you have done?"
"Yes, I saved you, you are free."

Monica eyes blink....

**MetaLogic**

Thunder and lightning flashes from the dark green sky above, Meta looks out over the city from the top floor in the Ueno towers. D0MR8 puts one hand on his shoulder and looks at him. "You didn't have to do that..."

"Yes I did, and you know it. He was either going to have you deleted, or sent back to Blackwood after some more fun torture. Neither option was acceptable. At least this way, you are free from his employment, and you get to keep your guns."
D0MR8 smiles, and put on arm around his shoulder. She lean her head against him. Meta takes in a sniff of her hair and smiles. Just then, the elevator dings and the door slide open, Meta and D0MR8 turns around. Ebola walks out and walked over to Meta. She then punches him in the jaw, sending him to the floor. Monica grabs the other arm and jerks it up behind her back. She then pins her other arm behind Ebola's neck.
"Listen you little ****, you better have a good reason for hitting him, or else I am going to rip this arm off and give you neck pain for the rest of your life."
"Call her off...."

Meta staggers back up to his feet. "Nah, this is actually kinda hot." Meta chuckles. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. "No blood, that's good. Let her go Monica." Monica lets Ebola go and shoves her. She then walks back over to Meta's side.

"So, this is her, this is the program that you ‘saved' from the Frenchman. At the cost of your own f-ing life! Listen to be Meta, and listen well, you were a great t Cyph Operative. You have made the Cypherites organization what it is today. Are you really willing to throw all of that away for a program?! Do I need to remind you that she cannot exist out in the real?! The Frenchman will ride you Meta, he will ride it until you are near death. Just when you'll be begging for death to come, he'll build you back up. Just so he can ride you to near death again!"

Monica lands a right hook against Ebola jaw, sending her sprawling to the floor. She then stands over Ebola, grabs her by the neck and brings Ebola up to her face. Monica's eyes are narrow, mouth in a snarl. "You barely know me, and you think you can talk about me that way? I know I am a program, thank you for the revelation. Guess what, he does too. But it doesn't matter, because guess what. This Matrix, this Simulation is as real as you, I, or he makes it. I'm surprised at you Ebola, I thought you of all people know that even Cypherites consider the Matrix more real than what could be called the Real World."
"Let her go Monica."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't she's going to die due to a lack of oxygen to her major organs."

Monica looks at Ebola and drops her to the floor. Ebola lifts her upper body and head up, she lets out a few cough, and blood splatters onto the floor from her mouth. "Oh look, blood, I guess this place is real after all." Monica sneered. Meta glances a look at her and Monica quiets down.
"I have made my choice Ebola, and I hope you and the rest of the Cyph organization will respect that."

Ebola staggers to her feet, turns and start to walk away, she mutters "F*** off," under her breath before getting back onto the elevator.