I'm awakened and free of the Matrix's control, if that is what you want to call it. My current situation is an irony. I am free, but I am not free. I am so very strong and so very weak. I can only be 'me' in the Matrix.

 

My early childhood development was normal if not a bit slow for my age group. I had trouble with school, I was considered a slow learner and I was atrocious at any kind of coordinated physical exertion.

 

I could see it in my parents eyes. The sadness and fear. They took me at the age of 8 to a developmental psychologist. It was then that we learned I was dyslexic and I was taught how to get around that condition. Taught how to look at things in a different way that made sense to me and my studies improved a thousand fold. I was not as dumb as I thought I was.

 

My physical troubles they couldn't identify, saying it was in my head. That if I put my mind to it and practiced like everyone else I would be just as good as they are physically. I believed them. And it made my parents happy to hear it.

 

So I put myself into every physical sport I could find. I began to excel at sports and decided to study martial arts, and by the time I was 14 I qualified for the Olympic Martial arts team. A grand success considering the problems I started with. My parents were so proud of me.

 

Even tho I seemed to have everything, I began to have delusions when I was 10. And I only ever mentioned it once to my parents. They absolutely freaked. With my past problems this just seemed to confirm their fears for me. The terrible dreams, the visions and voices. Paranoid about being followed I began to keep more to myself tho I didn't let my parents see this after their reaction.

 

I'm no computer expert, basically I can use the nets but couldn't really tell you more about them. I began to research paranoid schizophrenia and other mental conditions. THAT got their attention. Is someone paranoid if someone IS following them? Yes and no.

 

I began having seizures. At first no one could determine the cause. But a whole slew of doctors began to crawl out of the woodwork to work on my case. Me and my parents were bewildered at this, but no one and I mean no one turns down free medical care when it could cost thousands.

 

They put me thru all kinds of tests. Tests that my parents didn't understand. But when all was said and done I had my answers. They tested my mental functions and physical conditioning.

 

I will give them this, they were extremely gentle in the way they made me aware. Who would have thought that a machine could think, little on care about my situation, but they needed my help if they were to continue.

 

My seizures were a result of mismatching data streams. What I could think did not match what I was capable of. In fact I shouldn't be able to function at all. For in reality, beyond all my physical 'gifts', I am totally and completely autistic. A powerful mind trapped in an invalid body unable to communicate or move of my own volition. What an irony.

 

The Machines agreed to help me. In return I was to help them bridge a gap in relations with humanity. I am to continue my tests with them and go about my life as best I could. And years later I make it to the Olympics.

 

It was then I was told I would have to leave the reality of the Matrix. I began to fear as I never did before. If I cannot function in the 'real' why would I go? They reminded me of my promise and promised to provide the help necessary to get me freed and provide me with a pod to remain connected to the Matrix after my release.

 

Did I have a choice? After all this time I realize, yes I did, They needed my free will in this manner. And in time if i could accomplish certain goals they would refit my 'body' with cybernetic devices that may allow me some functionality in the 'real' and possibly help bring about a peace they very much want to occur.

 

The Zionist's were furious. They absolutely refused to provide any kind of aid with the machines present. And since I require the Machines to get free. You can imagine my consternation at my fellow humans but realized why the Machines needed my help.

 

It was at the Olympics that Existence approached me. Told me about the Merovingian and Exiles. Told me of the Triluminary and its goals. Made me realize the truth and realize they were after the same thing I was. It didn't matter to them if I served the Machines. In fact they wanted just that. Something about the horizon or some such thing.

 

And with her and the help of 5 sentinels I was freed with my pod. Which of course was a hell of a concession for the machines, but Triad seemed to love the idea.