Viraconrida: Her Words - Recursion - 5/2/06

**Veil**

Most of you have known our liaison Viraconrida for a while now, and you know what she can do. Those of you who haven't met her yet--well, dearies, what are you waiting for? You'll love ol' Vira, just you wait and see. xoxo Veil <3

Viraconrida

"Many of you know me. You may have seen me, spoken with me. And most likely insulted me. No surprise, the path I follow is not usually met with much encouragement. Nor praise. But there was a time before all of this.....a time where I exercised maternal instincts over violent tendencies. A time when I was like those who I seek to protect....

"I was once a happy mother of a beautiful baby boy. Steven, my son. The light of my life, the apple of my eye. The missing part of my soul which made me whole. I adored the ground he walked on, and treasured every moment I spent with him. But he was taken from me. At the tender age of 7. My baby boy, slain by a stray bullet in a street brawl between a group of freaks dressed in brown leather with tattoos all over their faces. And a pack of gun toting maniacs in suits.

"After that day I became a recluse, engulfed in the mourning for my son. Drowning in pain, sorrow and hate. That is when they came to me. An ambitious Zion crew offering a relief from the pain, a glowing door of absolution for my soul. This is how I came to know the truth of this world. Through a hot shot young captain forcing his 'solution' on me as I grieved for my son. When I was at my most vulnerable.....

"When I chose that redpill, I was greeted not with relief, but further torment. For now I was in a damp disgusting piece of **bleep** world, torn from war and death. Nothing more than the remnants of mankind, all following a dogmatic faith to keep themselves from going mental. All holding onto that one misguided hope that they could rebuild the human race to how it used to be, the human race that now exists in the simulation. In the Matrix.

"I spent little time in Zion, because with every minute I spent in there I grew more and more disgusted with the place. Choosing to spend my days jacked in the Matrix. I ate and slept in the system most nights. Slowly re-adapting to the place I once called home......with my family. It was there I came upon contact with a street Magician, he was entertaining a crowd of people with some card tricks. But he caught my eye. There was something about him that I found familiar. I found his words to be humbling and heartwarming, he revealed to me that he too had suffered a loss. That one that he loved was taken from him, so he knew what pain I had gone through. He then offered me the choice I had been looking for. The real solution to war, suffering and pain. Total re-emersion into the Matrix, peace within the system. As it was meant to be.

"After a somewhat forceful rendezvous with another Hoverbarge, I came to the company of those who looked to the same horizon as I did.

"I rose through the Cypherite ranks, following the teachings of Cryptos and the guidance of the mistress Veil. And working towards the eventual re-insertion into paradise. I was then asked to step up to become the public representative for our message. To seek out those who wish to join our revolution. To give humanity the peace it has long sought.

"Do I come to you now from vengeance, or sorrow? No I come to you now from enlightenment. The way forward can only be The Matrix. Peace only lies within the system. Maybe some day I can have a family again, and feel those maternal instincts once again, but until that time, I shall remain loyal to my cause. And show no mercy to those who seek to destroy what we work towards."

- Viraconrida -
For true peace.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Look forward to meeting you on the battlefield, Dreamer.

...and...uh...about your son....yeah...I had nothing to do with it. >.>

Sad story to be sure, little Dreamer. I hope you can find comfort in my...huggable self! SMILEY

Message Edited by ZippydaSquirl on 05-02-2006 10:39 PM
Message edited by ZippyTheSquirrel on 05/02/2006 18:39:04.

**Tsurai**

Those who mess with our loved ones will pay the ultimate price...

R.I.P. Steven...

**Neoteny**

I truly hate to be cold, but I just can't buy into this coercion by way of pity. We have all loved, we have all lost. You mean to tell me that after having a child ripped from you, your next response was automatically to let the world you know be ripped from you?

Perhaps this "hotshot commander" is at fault for bringing you truth and understanding at your darkest hour, but it is you that accepted it, and no matter the circumstances, the choice was yours, and yours alone. You chose the red pill, you chose the life you now lead.

For better or worse, you chose it. Yet now you reject it? I don't buy it.

Go back to sleep darling, the waking world is better without your presence.

**Fen**

I have no sympathy for you, traitor.

I imagine by forceful , you mean that you betrayed the people onboard your Zion hovercraft to join with the filth on the Cypherite one. Taking away friends, lovers, and parents from the people that care about them, much like your son was taken from you. However, whereas your son's death was an accident, your betrayal was intentional.

Spare us the sanctimonious pity party, you Masked **bleep**. You have every opportunity to have a family here in the Real. You have every opportunity to be reinserted and have a family in the Matrix. However, you choose to prevent anyone from making the choice to be free ever again, denying people the right to live their lives as they see fit.

I will not allow that to happen. Whatever plan you concoct, whatever goals you set, whatever paths you take, know that I will always be there in your way... a veritable wrench in your gears.

For Vashuo,

Fen

vivi44

An offical introduction hmm? As if We didn't already know who you
we're. I remember meeting you for the first time in my bar. I'm sorry
too hear about your son, as you know I have a three month old baby
myself. But you can't let a innocent childs memory turn you into a
masked killer. What good would you be doing to honor his memory by
slaying everyone who apposes you?

None at all...

Message Edited by vivi44 on 05-02-2006 11:41 PM
Message edited by vivi44 on 05/02/2006 22:41:06.

Doondoon

Cypherite Scum.

who are you to decide people's fates, what choices they make and how they live out they're lives

The Death of your Son is tragic and would be a great loss to anyone....but that doesnt mean you have to go around taking away a person's right to live they're life.

would your son have wanted this from you?

if anything The Woman that had a Son, cared for him, fed him and loved him is Dead now.

I will not let the things you plan to take place, i will do all i can to stop you and your kind from taking away the little freedom these people have left.

You cant use your son's death to justify your actions.....

id watch my back if i were you....

Message Edited by Doondoon on 05-02-2006 11:50 PM
Message edited by Doondoon on 05/02/2006 22:50:57.

Nathics

And so inspired by sorrow, you decided to walk a path you now gaze upon with further sorrow. This was your decision. Return now before time's hand takes away your last inspiration to breath. Even now you should enjoy taking from us the prizes of our own choices so that your pools of vision may be sealed away in a farce which will demean machine kind also. You push away responsibility with stories of your experiences, 'truths' which you would dole out to the masses until time brings our paths to their conlcusion. You push the flesh of a seven year old unto our already heavy hearts, unforgivable...

Hahahahaha! What of those whose hearts are unable to bleed as yours should? What of those whose hands have dipped in foul services, experienced nothingness within their own minds and hearts? There are those whose shoulders are concrete for others to rest upon, those whose spines would cut through steel. You exchange words of the future through the symbol of your son, but what of generations capable of harvesting the goodness beyond such coded realms and reconstructing reality? You doom them also to swallow up your dreams. What is one's suffering compared with the delightfully suffering of others? Nothing through your pools of vision... Oblivion.

Message Edited by Nathics on 05-03-2006 02:27 AM
Message edited by Nathics on 05/03/2006 01:27:36.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Harsh, guys. Real harsh.

YabunKitsune

Good times working with you. Hope to see more of you soon if possible,

**Alphaea**

I don't see anywhere in this pitiful retelling of when this "hotshot zionite" held you down and forced the redpill down your throat. You always had the choice whether you want to admit it or not. All Cypherite's have been given a choice, if you want to whine and cry about it that's your own fault.

Maybe you need to understand a little bit more about yourself rather than blaming others and random events within the matrix for your self-loathing spiteful attitude towards the rest of the world.

This story touches me in places that make me want to mutilate small animals and randomly shoot bluepills in the kneecaps.

/vomit
/examine
/pickup
/plugnose

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

So you're saying that once she makes her choice she can't make a choice on whether or not she can appreciate her choice? Hm, interesting, so all redpills MUST enjoy being a redpill, or else they are traitors to the cause. Okay, got it.

These posts actually make me have more respect for the Cypherites instead of less. The only thing I truely hate about them now is Cryptos.

**Alphaea**

It's her choice, she's going to have to live with the consequences of it. Bitching and moaning about it isn't going to make it better, and killing others who have made the same choice simply because you don't like your decision is not only asinine, but ridiculous.

And when did I say everyone must be enjoying redpill life to not be a traitor? Read much? I'm tired of listening to Cypherite sob stories and hearing them whine about how they should have never been awakened when it was their choice to begin with.

Respect the Cypher's all you want, when they try and murder you in your sleep just to keep one of their member's identities a secret, don't come running to me.

ZippydaSquirl wrote:

So you're saying that once she makes her choice she can't make a choice on whether or not she can appreciate her choice? Hm, interesting, so all redpills MUST enjoy being a redpill, or else they are traitors to the cause. Okay, got it.

These posts actually make me have more respect for the Cypherites instead of less. The only thing I truely hate about them now is Cryptos.

**Fen**

There's nothing wrong about regretting your choice to take the redpill. If you wish for reinsertion, you can find any member of the Mega City Department of Energy to help you with that transition. We understand that the Real is not for everybody, and we have no problem arranging a reinsertion for someone that chooses to do so.

However, the Cypherite organization isn't about going and getting reinserted. If it were, they'd all be bankers, actors, and sports personalities by now. The Cypherite organization is about seeing to it that ALL redpills are either reinserted or killed, thus removing the possibility of ever being woken up again. They would see that the choice to be free is removed from everyone.

And that is what makes them a traitor to humanity. No one should be prevented from making their own choices. It is up to no one but the individual to decide whether a choice is in their best interests or not. It is not up to some Masked idiot with a sob story that can't handle the truth.

~Fen

**Tefnut**

To throw out a personal loss like that and use it as an excuse to receive sympathy for the reasons behind your actions is discraceful. You dishonor the memory and life of your son with your actions. There are others whom have lost loved ones both inside and outside of the Matrix. We do not seek to quench our personal pain by making the entire human race suffer for it. We chose to work with the machine race to ensure peace and freedom to all whom choose it.

You chose to know the truth. It's not the rest of our fault if you cannot handle it.

((Anyone else think her story sounds kinda.... familiar))