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<title>Finnal Log/Help Save The Ambrosia Star.(0)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;First Mates Log...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You are probably wondering why the First Mate of the Ambrosia Star is posting instead of the Captain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img14.imageshack.us/i/screenshot70e.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/6566/screenshot70e.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Rayne and what I am about to log may be the very last transmission to exit this ship. Not long ago Steakz was sent on a mission to retrieve chips that allow the data disks to be deciphered. The disks were given to him by Binary. He was first asked to get these chips from the Task Master. However Binary was miss lead&amp;nbsp; and luckily Streakz learned it was not the task master who held the chips. Sylphia had the chips and there was only one way to get them...by taking her out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot13e.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/4679/screenshot13e.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when Streakz waited at the bar people began to show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot17r.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/1363/screenshot17r.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was settled they headed to Massen Park to take down Sylphia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot23z.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9528/screenshot23z.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot25sue.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9572/screenshot25sue.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot26kan.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/5764/screenshot26kan.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot30s.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/6036/screenshot30s.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot32e.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9130/screenshot32e.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot34i.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/840/screenshot34i.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot35e.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/2708/screenshot35e.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot36i.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/5294/screenshot36i.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully they were successful and were able to get the chips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/i/screenshot40y.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/5579/screenshot40y.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Streakz came back onto the ship he loaded the data disks up and hooked the chips up so the data could be readable. The disks spelled out only a name. Sentaria Cell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img132.imageshack.us/i/screenshot8j.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/7159/screenshot8j.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentaria was the one behind the sabotage of Streakz&amp;#39;s ship. She knows of the location of the ship grave yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img196.imageshack.us/i/screenshot21u.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/2433/screenshot21u.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img189.imageshack.us/i/screenshot22r.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/6724/screenshot22r.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img26.imageshack.us/i/screenshot23c.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/4880/screenshot23c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know she was onto greater things. Sentaria and the machines knew our location and trapped our ship on purpose. Sentaria was given a virus to infect Jedi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img194.imageshack.us/i/screenshot19y.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/1610/screenshot19y.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img193.imageshack.us/i/screenshot18ika.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/7708/screenshot18ika.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was successful. She was able to mix the virus with Jedi&amp;#39;s code. We knew something was wrong when Jedi could not jack out. Even still she sits in the chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img44.imageshack.us/i/screenshot20.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/4760/screenshot20.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when Jedi jacked in we knew immediately something was wrong. Her hair was no longer red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img26.imageshack.us/i/screenshot82.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/1231/screenshot82.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after she jacked in we got a message from Sentaria. Jedi had been infected with the Valkreyja Virus and she believes there is no cure. She also then continued to state we will rot trapped in our ship, but I still believe there is hope. Although things got worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img196.imageshack.us/i/screenshot24g.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/3751/screenshot24g.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img26.imageshack.us/i/screenshot54f.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/175/screenshot54f.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img41.imageshack.us/i/screenshot55r.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/131/screenshot55r.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedi became fully infected with the Valkeryja Virus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img192.imageshack.us/i/screenshot80.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/5831/screenshot80.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img4.imageshack.us/i/screenshot68.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/258/screenshot68.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img190.imageshack.us/i/screenshot74x.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/9410/screenshot74x.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to lose control. Killing everything and anything that got in her way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img189.imageshack.us/i/screenshot46t.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/2142/screenshot46t.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img37.imageshack.us/i/screenshot52l.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/9992/screenshot52l.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img199.imageshack.us/i/screenshot50.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7626/screenshot50.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting&quot; href=&quot;http://img190.imageshack.us/i/screenshot53o.jpg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/786/screenshot53o.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not know if the virus can be cured. We also do not know if Sentaria is capable of making the virus spread. I along with the crew will do everything we can to get out of the ship grave yard and search for a cure. We however could and will not pull Jedi&amp;#39;s plug. If you read this we may already be dead just know that we&amp;#39;ve done everything in our power to bring balance to the matrix. I wish you and all others luck in life and may you be more successful then ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayne out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Hey I would like to thank TheRedPheonixx for allowing me to use her skirt to complete my outfit! I would also like to thanx Synapze777 to allow me to borrow her&amp;#39;s in case I couldn&amp;#39;t get one! I also would love to thank all of you players for not only reading this but for making my time in the matrix the most awesomeness time I have ever had in a video game. I wish you all luck in life! Maybe I&amp;#39;ll see some of ya&amp;#39;s in a different game1 Thanx for all the goo times! Ohh and so ya know Before I only posted Logs on the Deimos Arc site and EPN Relay site so if your a little confused on the story I will under this make a brief paragraph on what happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other week or so I would post logs about what Jedi went through. I would be about events like the Louise Cambel and events that I would go through myself. So here is a brief explanation on how jedi got to this point. Jedi and her crew were traveling down a unmarked tunnel. Sentenials came and dragged her ship to the ship Grave yard. The ship grave yard is where all zion ships that have been destroyed in the real are brought. There they met Streakz one of the only other living beings in the grave yard. Jedi decided to not only try and free themselves from this predicament but help Streakz find out who was behind this. Although she did not trust streakz at all. Then Streakz got word from Binary that the disks he got had info on them about who was behind all this. And now we are at this story. That was the the shortest way I could of put the story line.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 9 Jun 2009 08:14:49 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Matrix Limericks(52)</title>
<description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for the idea, Detrius!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src=&quot;/mxo/images/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;SMILEY&quot; /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; The rules for limericks are much more confusing but I think we can let
&lt;br&gt; fly.&amp;nbsp; Just follow the flow and the beat.&amp;nbsp; For those that want
&lt;br&gt; the exercise, surf here for the &apos;proper&apos; way to do limericks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sfu.ca/%7Efinley/discussion.html&quot; target=_blank&gt;
&lt;br&gt; http://www.sfu.ca/~finley/discussion.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; In the mean time....&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#66cc66&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A hacker named Neo once slumbered&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; Dreaming through dreams unencumbered&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Taken away &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From his normal day&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; He told us Machine Days were numbered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Message Edited by weaselgrrl on &lt;span class=date_text&gt;11-14-2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=time_text&gt;11:41 AM&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 9 Jun 2009 07:45:22 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Matrix Song Parodies - 4th Generation(36)</title>
<description>&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;Here goes:&amp;nbsp; the 4th iteration&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;v1.0 - Beta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;v2.0 - WB Forums&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;v3.0 - SOE Forums (v1.0)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;v4.0 - SOE Forums (v2.0)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; -----------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; Megacity 2017&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; (Apologies to Billy Joel)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; Seen the lights go out on Park East&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; I saw MegaCity laid low&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; And life went on back on the hovercraft&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; We all ate Tastee Wheat&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; It seems so long ago&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They held a concert out in Mannsdale&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; To watch the island bridges blow&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They turned our power down&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; And drove us underground&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; But we went right on with the show&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; I&apos;ve seen the lights go out on Park East&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; I saw the ruins at my feet&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; You know we almost didn&apos;t notice it&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; We&apos;d seen it all the time, on every Richland street&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They burned down Succubus in Stamos&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; Like the very pits of hell&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; The flames were ev&apos;rywhere&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; But no one really cared&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; It always burned up there before&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; I&apos;ve seen the lights go out on Park East&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; I watched the mighty skyline fall&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; The boats were waiting down at Bathary&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; The union went on strike&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They never sailed at all&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They sent a hover&apos; out to Mara&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; And picked some Coders up for free&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They said Kowloon could stay&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; And blew Magog away&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; And then sank Chelsea out at sea&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; You know those lights were bright on Park East&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; That was so many years ago&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; Before we all lived here in Sobra Shores&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; Before Exiles went and took over Kedemoth&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; There are not many who remember&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; They say a handful still survive&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; To tell the world about&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; The way the lights went out&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; And keep the memory alive...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 8 Jun 2009 22:50:38 GMT</pubDate>
<author>weaselgrrl</author>
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<title>Matrix Haiku(108)</title>
<description>&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc66&quot;&gt;Why not, right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc66&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc66&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc66&quot;&gt;Following the 5-7-5 syllable pattern is easy, right?&amp;nbsp; Not if you are trying to say something....&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src=&quot;/mxo/images/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;SMILEY&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc66&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt; fragments, green and red&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; from shells of the defeated&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; coded into shoes&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 8 Jun 2009 22:13:35 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Inevitable?(2)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;Place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tabor Park West - Syntax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;04June2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;===================================================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Eh, buddy. You&amp;#39;re Navron, ain&amp;#39;t ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm? Yes, I am. Is there something I may help you with? I can&amp;#39;t seem to recall your face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, how ya doing? They call me TheSnitch. I&amp;#39;m kinda like you, ya know. But I kinda more you than you, ya know? *Teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheSnitch, hmm? Is there something you wish to tell me then? And I highly doubt there is something you can tell me that I do not already know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh? I&amp;#39;m not here to tell ya anything. I gotta ask you some questions. That ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you must. However, I am not inclined to respond to everything you may ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, ok. That&amp;#39;s fine. *teehee* So first off, you notice the sudden glitches around here? Those humans can&amp;#39;t jack in. And anyone who can jack in can&amp;#39;t even use their abilites!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed I have noticed. There of course is a logical reason behind it. However, contrary to what many of them believe the Architect his &quot;staff&quot;, so to speak, are not the reason behind the issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew it! *teehee* You did it, didn&amp;#39;t you? You made these glitches, huh? *teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps. It&amp;#39;s always a possibilty. I do experiment with viruses and such. Most recently, I attempted to create an artificial sample of the Black Angel Virus. I&amp;#39;m sure Tosuno would not care for such a thing but it seems the real thing has left my grasp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hah! The Black Angel Virus? That wouldn&amp;#39;t do all this. What did you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chuckles*&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;You would be correct to assume I&amp;#39;m involved in other business. Do you know of TheChainer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? Huh...Oh. That Chimera&amp;#39;s Dirge ex-leader, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed. During his returned, I managed to sample his RSI. And in doing so, I obtained the Chimera Strain that became a part of him. I also sampled Sickly&amp;#39;s Virus during his ongoing battles with F22, a former Cypherite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what then...you did all this yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed. I combined the viruses and although the results were not what I expected they have turned out to be entertaining at the least. It&amp;#39;s as if I singlehandedly placed the Simulation on hold, hmm? And by transmitting the virus data to the Recursion and Vector Instances using my NavronClone and NavronSimulacrum, it certainly caused more chaos than I expected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*teehee* You&amp;#39;re an oddball, ya know that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That would not be the first I&amp;#39;ve been told that. Although, I am working on an antidote to cure myself of the Virus concoction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So whaddya call it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;#39;s a virus. It&amp;#39;s gotta have a name, right? How about the Navirus? *teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call it whatever you wish. It makes no difference. I&amp;#39;m simply doing what I was originally programmed to do. SutoikkuIchiban...is....my creator. I must listen to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*teehee* Thanks for the info! And by the way, I&amp;#39;d suggest you and the others who help out BloodlustV every now and then watch your backs. One of you just might up dying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, yes. You&amp;#39;ve informed me of that already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh that&amp;#39;s right. Silly me! Oh well. Later! *teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another time then, TheSnitch. Or perhaps not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 5 Jun 2009 17:11:34 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Journals of a Dead Man(13)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Parker wants me to keep a “journal”. She thinks it will help me cope. The thing is, I don’t really like the idea of talking... to myself. That sounds more like a step in the opposite direction to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13:&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia. Is a b*tch. The old life: you go to any doctor and you get a light paper bag and a colorful bottle with colorful pills. Out here: you pace the deck and make the crew uncomfortable as all hell. Score one for the old life. The coldness of the ship didn’t used to bother me. The unfamiliarity of it all. Sometimes when I lay in my bunk, I think I smell her scent. I imagine her there with me. It still doesn’t help me sleep though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24:&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to see her hurt. If I could have had my way, she would have stayed in Zion. As safe as any of us could be. But she could never sit and wait in the background, and that was why I loved her. I loved her so much. I tried so hard to protect her. It killed me inside every time she jacked in and I stayed behind. But I could do so much more for her as operator than I could by her side. That’s the way I saw it. Now, I don’t know. If I could go back and change things and die by her side instead of living and living and not dying, would I? I spent so long hating myself. Over and over I could see it in my head, the code on the displays. The crucial moment where I saw what was wrong and knew they were dead, but I tried so hard to get them out of there. Dig dig dig as the walls go up. Could I have seen it sooner? Would just a single second more have saved her? I would have sacrificed them all just to get her out alive. Doctor Parker tells me that it’s not good to dwell on the details of the “incident.” I’m done writing for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 31:&lt;br /&gt;The dead lie in piles. I see it when I’m awake now too. Sometimes they all have her face. But always in the shadows he is there. The laughing muse, pulling my strings. After spending a few sleepless weeks, the nightmares have begun to port themselves into my waking consciousness. They’re calling to me. Beckoning for me to come to them so that the rest might be spared. I am the coffin’s nail. A symbol for death that cannot die. I spent two hours in my cabin with a utility knife. I couldn’t do it. I punched the deck until the skin was stripped from my knuckles but I couldn’t do it. Maybe a knife isn’t the right way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36:&lt;br /&gt;I found out it helps if I focus on their names. Channel the... whatever it is. I remember every single name. Each command etches more into the surface of my mind. I will not forget what I’ve done to them. The thing that I can’t do myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39:&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is a cheap substitute. Imagination is a whore that offers insubstantial thrills. What’s better, imagination or virtual reality? I would never dare recreate a virtual shell of her. I desperately hope It never uses her face. It terrifies me every time I imagine turning a street corner and seeing her staring me in the face. It would do it to me. Just to see what I do. Rats in a maze. We’re all just rats in a maze. Tomorrow I’ll be back in Zion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41:&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Parker was talking to me today about my “survivability”, for lack of a better word. I think she was trying to boost my spirits. She was trying to show me that I’m a valuable asset to humanity. She was trying to show me that I was worth saving. I only wish I could tell her that I couldn’t take any of the credit. I had no business surviving any of those missions. It was Muse, has to be, whatever he has become. He is a vampire feeding on my continued suffering. I’ve seen bullets which had no business missing that instead punched holes in the wall inches from my head. Sure, I’ve taken bullets, quite a few, but they’ve never hit the right spots. I’ve had to spend time in rehab for system shock, but I never actually got THE bullet. And that’s not the only strange thing I’ve seen. I’ve seen tires blow out, knife blades break, doors... doors that didn’t belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42:&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Parker had me talk to a program today as part of my therapy session. I think she knows that I don’t like non-humans. Can’t possibly trust them. 991 wears many masks. There’s no way you can trust anyone. Even a program that’s kept in Zion’s own mainframes. She forced me to talk to it. There was no way I was going to agree to it without her bringing up suspension. They can’t take the Matrix away from me. I don’t know what would happen to me if they trapped me out here in the cold. The Matrix is all I have left. The Matrix is my only chance for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;The program is so simple and poorly coded. It doesn’t seem to have any sort of AI whatsoever. At first it was annoying to try to get any decent responses out of it, but then I started taking liberties with abusing its stupid programmed response tree. I’m supposed to have “regular sessions” with the thing, but I don’t know how often that’s supposed to be. I think it’s a waste of time really, but what else is there for me to do when I’m not cleared to jack-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47:&lt;br /&gt;ZAITSO made me think of Doctor Rajlich today. It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it. The backwards, broken syntax. If Rajlich really was the man he claimed to be, he helped to show Muse for what it really is. A desperate, grasping child, starved for new toys and new information. 5.991... I knew where it came from, the dumpsters of program runtimes, but Rajlich showed me what it had become. It was thanks to him that I became aware of the true nature of the divine intervention on my behalf. I have become invincible. I am untouchable. I am Achilles emerged from the river of death. Immortality bestowed as a joke by a dead god. It’s a d*mn game to him. An experiment. It’s my life he’s toying with. That sick bastard. The last couple days, I’ve loaded a private construct where I can scream and yell and swear and curse fate and destiny. I can’t remember if it was my idea or Parker’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Octagon. This will have been my last command. One way or the other, I’ll make sure of that. We were on a simple recruitment op. Nothing as dangerous as usual. But then Chatter called in a proximity alert. We had sentinels incoming. We scrapped the mission and split for the designated hardlines. They must have traced our broadcast signal because my group got hit by Agents and hit hard. I ducked out through a garbage chute and somehow ended up a block away. After dropping off the radar like that, I had no problem grabbing a bike and hauling it. I was the first one to make it to the hardline. I jacked out to a world of proximity alarms. The sentinels were tearing through the hull. Everybody from my evac group was dead except for Rerun. He was just a kid. Newly awakened. Probably barely out of high school. What I should have done right then was punched the EMP. But I didn’t. I saw the kid lying there, heart rate racing, and I was convinced that Muse would save him. If he could save me, he could save this kid. And I hesitated. Scorch and Failover got shredded by sentinels. Rerun redlined... Agent. That snapped me out of... I guess it was hope. I was lost in hope. I blew the EMP but it was too late, the dead were dead. And it made me realize, I shouldn’t be here. I don’t deserve to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this anymore. Tonight I walked down to the lower levels and climbed up on the top railing. I looked down into the eyes of Death and I was the one who blinked. If a turbine had fired up just then and shaken the causeway, things would have been a lot simpler. No such luck. I climbed back down to the platform and walked back to my bunk. I didn’t run into anybody I knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my answer.&amp;nbsp; The Kestrel.&amp;nbsp; It’s a small, old ship that’s going to be in drydock tomorrow for retrofitting.&amp;nbsp; Before they install new systems, they’ll strip down all its systems.&amp;nbsp; That means no Chairs, no weapons, no EMP.&amp;nbsp; No distractions, no excuses.&amp;nbsp; I’m going to take it and leave Zion forever.&amp;nbsp; I know they call me cursed and it’s true.&amp;nbsp; After tomorrow, I’ll trouble them no more.&amp;nbsp; The plan? Get the ship through the gates and keep going in a straight line away from this place until the sentinels tear me apart. I talked Captain Trace into taking me out to broadcast depth so I could jack-in one last time. I sent an open broadcast to Muse telling him game over. No way to tell if he got it, but he must have some way of monitoring me when I’m jacked in so my guess is he got it. That’s it. Game over.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 1 Jun 2009 13:27:57 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Retrieval of Data(68)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;Crusaders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that we have identified three Cypherite operatives who were involved in planning Shimadas assassination. We believe that they are carrying important Data Disks.&lt;br /&gt;The operatives we are looking for are called Deean, Eulalia and Sabbrina. They already know that we are looking for them so we expect them to be very careful and trying not to be located, jacking into the simulation only for a short time when it is absolutely necessary. Intelligence told us that they were last seen around Uriah Industrial and it looks like they have left some kind of trail. As soon as Cypherites notice that we are looking for them, there will be guards all over the place so we will have to be fast. Also be aware of Merovingian operatives. Don&amp;#39;t let them steal the data!&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how important it is for us to find them and to retrieve the Data Disks.&lt;br /&gt;Now let&amp;#39;s all move out and find those Disks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roolith&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 04:00:43 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Hovercraft Battles(1767)</title>
<description>In the last weeks, Machine operatives of the Syntax division helped me define the rules of engagement for simulating hovercraft combat in the real. As we all know, the war rages both in the real and in the Matrix and it is essential for operatives to take an active part in both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following days, instructions will be given on how to take part in this war in the real in a more official way, and how ships from all organizations can advance in rank thanks to their skills in strategy, tactics, but also teamwork. More details will come soon, but for now, operatives interested in taking a part in such battles are instructed to familiarize themselves with the rules, available &lt;a rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; href=&quot;http://01network.awardspace.com/hovercrafts/hovercrafts_rules.pdf&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or you think that the rules need clarifications, don&amp;#39;t hesitate to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund Vogt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration and rules are available on &lt;a href=&quot;http://01network.awardspace.com/hovercrafts/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://01network.awardspace.com/hovercrafts/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 04:18:45 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A Teacher of Gifted Children(1)</title>
<description>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300026829&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Another Chronicle of a Coppertop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e77/CharlieSweet/T1gif.gif&quot; width=&quot;600&quot; height=&quot;778&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 2 May 2009 01:24:33 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Hide in the Rainbow(1)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;The familiar crackle of his communications set alerted him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;One-two charlie this is one-niner...message...over...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;One-two charlie send...over...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;One-niner...zero-two trishaws...twelve o&amp;#39;clock position...one hundred metres...five mikes...over...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;One-two charlie...roger...message copied...standby...over...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Staff Sergeant Milhan looked over his shoulder to see four pairs of eyes looking straight at him with aniticipation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Get ready to rock n roll, fellas...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:29:10 GMT</pubDate>
<author>Ironzo</author>
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<title>&quot;So Inert&quot;(1)</title>
<description>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300026829&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #fdfdfd;&quot;&gt;Another Chronicle of a Coppertop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e77/CharlieSweet/ThimsPosterJPG.jpg&quot; width=&quot;450&quot; height=&quot;720&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 02:15:28 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A Job(3)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Just a short story I came up with to dust off my skills. Feedback&amp;#39;s appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;You came to find out what happened to him, right?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The smooth, deep voice was like liquid amber, a warm blanket surrounding her, but she still trembled, fear chilling her to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Y-yes, I d-did...&quot; she stuttered, eyes dilated with fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;You will, don&amp;#39;t worry. He&amp;#39;s all right, just in a different place now.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A reassuring hand on her shoulder didn&amp;#39;t completely erase her fear, but it did lessen it somewhat. The nervous woman looked around the room. Seeing as it was in the Slums, it wasn&amp;#39;t what you&amp;#39;d call high-class. Water stains adorned the wall, and the zigzags of cracked linoleum mapped out the phenomenally filthy floor. None of that seemed to matter to her, though, as she looked at the two impassive, jumpsuited men standing behind her benefactor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;W-Who are they, again?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Don&amp;#39;t worry your pretty little head about it. They&amp;#39;re just here to make sure no one disturbs us.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh...&quot; she whispered, relaxing slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Now, dear, I have a very important choice I need you to make. Do you trust me?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Um, I...I mean, yes, I d-do.&quot; Clutching her arms tighter around herself, she shivered, feeling an icy breeze wash over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Good, now...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The man brought his hands out of his pockets, each balled in a fist. Slowly, methodically, he opened one fist. Glistening dully in the dim light, a red pill sat in his hand. Her eyes widened at the sight. She had heard stories, about the thugs that populated the city, calling themselves &quot;redpills&quot;, running around with made-up names and such, causing trouble. The man noticed her discomfort and spoke once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;I know what you&amp;#39;re thinking. You have nothing to worry about. I&amp;#39;ll keep you safe, I always do.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She nodded, her breathing slowing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Now, take the red pill, and you can go home. Live out your life and forget everything...and everyone...that had anything to do with this.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He unclenched his other fist, a blue pill nestled in his palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;However, take the blue pill, and I&amp;#39;ll show you where Nathan went. I&amp;#39;ll show you another, more beautiful world, a world where anything is possible, and you never have to be afraid again.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Her eyes widened at the sound of her fiance&amp;#39;s name, and a look akin to hunger crept into her eyes. The man smiled softly, knowing how she was, and how she would act. She was in love, after all. It then came as no surprise when her trembling fingers reached out for the blue pill, plucking it out of his palm. She stood there, cradling the pill as if it were a bomb, but also as if it was a priceless gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The man put the red pill back into his pocket and made a small gesture to the men behind him. One of them quickly stepped forward, offering the woman a glass of water. She took it, and with visible effort, placed the pill in her mouth and swallowed. She grimaced as the pill slid down her throat and quickly took a mouthful of water to wash it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 20:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Project 7(5)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have obtained this data and decoding is needed. This...Project7 is familiar. I&amp;#39;ve noted someone with this name on the Syntax side in Tabor Park West. I believe Zion and EPN may be involved but that is not certain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;Project 7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00;&quot;&gt;Detected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;//////////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;\\\\\\\\\\\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;\\\\\\\\\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000;&quot;&gt;////////////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;Activating program:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #8000ff;&quot;&gt;Hansel-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000ff;&quot;&gt;67 36 38 59 28 52 85 62 94 67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400099;&quot;&gt;63 33 57 54 86 88 75 48 93 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0040ff;&quot;&gt;78 39 69 30 59 67 62 75 49 76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4040ff;&quot;&gt;34 50 90 92 34 86 89 89 09 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0080ff;&quot;&gt;23 97 48 72 43 29 21 30 45 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4080ff;&quot;&gt;82 13 13 90 58 96 99 08 23 90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00bfff;&quot;&gt;13 45 90 85 60 30 23 23 43 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #40bfff;&quot;&gt;75 65 42 35 89 09 38 37 67 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ffff;&quot;&gt;80 34 94 39 49 20 58 94 78 68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #40ffff;&quot;&gt;98 37 84 35 67 23 25 78 21 74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 3 Mar 2009 23:35:57 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Chronicles of Coppertops(1)</title>
<description>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e77/CharlieSweet/Coppertops.jpg&quot; width=&quot;800&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;This thread is devoted to stories that center around the prisoners of the Matrix and is a continuation of The Bluepill Chronicles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300012661&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300015145&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the rename?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am renaming the series to more aptly describe the characters that the series has and will spotlight. Consistant with the first movie, the people who are oblivious to the Matrix are batteries that power the prison; coppertops. A redpill is someone who has chosen the red pill and ultimately awakened even if they long for their spot in the powerplant. A&amp;nbsp;bluepill is someone who has chosen the blue pill and remained in their pod. I know this goes against popular use, but as George Carlin has said, &quot;F#$% popular use&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;ll use this post as a Table of Contents when I or someone else adds a new story. I&amp;#39;ll try to keep them in chronological order as to when they were written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatisthematrix.warnerbros.com/rl_cmp/rl_middles1_tedtframe.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Life Less Empty&lt;/a&gt; by Ted McKeever. Published in The Matrix Comics Volume I (The inspiration for this project)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300012661&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;The Bluepill Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt; by Vesuveus, Zeissman&amp;nbsp;and E Pluribus Neo of Recursion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300015145&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt;The Bluepill Chronicles II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: andale mono,times;&quot;&gt; by Reposco and E Pluribus Neo of Recursion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300015398&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Awakenings Will Not Be Tolerated&lt;/a&gt; by Exivy and the Cypherites of Recursion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300020124&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Kid Next Door&lt;/a&gt; by Vesuveus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300021602&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Choice&lt;/a&gt; by Vesuveus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/preList.m?topic_id=36300026829&amp;amp;post_id=36300545700&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Paper&lt;/a&gt; by Vesuveus - added 2/20/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300028193&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Teacher of Gifted Children&lt;/a&gt; by Vesuveus - added 3/21/2009 - In progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/list.m?topic_id=36300028194&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&quot;So Inert&quot;&lt;/a&gt; by Vesuveus - added 3/21/2009 - In progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 01:05:30 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>[Algorithm: Black] In the End, Nothing Really Matters(2)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypercube Monument, Mara Central&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;SkyQueene stood atop the monument, staring down at the redpills fighting in front of the church. The icy wind blew through her hair, sending it out around her in a tangled mess as the snow collected within it. If it weren’t for her mind knowing that it wasn’t real, she probably would have succumbed to frostbite by this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;The thought of reality versus simulation forced her mind to wander back to the days of her bluepill life. The photoshoots, her relationship with Brian Gauss and how she didn’t have the faith to stick with it even through the hard times. She thought of how she cheated on him with Escroc, a redpill working for the Merovingian whom had a fetish for bluepills, though she was blissfully unaware of that at the time. From there her mind went back to Brian’s fateful encounter at his job and how he became entangled in a mess that he never should have been involved in. It was a mess that eventually resulted in his death at the hands of the Algorithm and her awakening by two E Pluribus Neo operatives, Foxxdie and Archangel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Algorithm&lt;/em&gt;. She unconsciously tightened her fists at the mere thought of the exile that had forever changed the course of her life. &lt;em&gt;One way or another, your time will come to an end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;Her daydreaming was interrupted as the monument shook. She looked up, startled to see that another operative had landed next to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“Hey, there,” spoke the operative, further breaking into her thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;“Hello,” she responded, not really caring for his presence one way or the other. She sized him up, not really taking him for much of anyone based on his appearance of mismatched clothing. &lt;em&gt;Just your average redpill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“What you doing up here?” he asked, following her line of sight back down to the fighting below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“Thinking,” she responded absent-mindedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;The operative frowned. “Strange place to be doing that…don’t you think?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;SkyQueene simply shrugged. She really didn’t want to be having this conversation now. Especially not with some wannabe-hotshot redpill who thought he was the next One. “That depends on your perspective, I suppose.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“Maybe,” said the operative. “What are you thinking about?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“Another life,” she responded, hoping that the tone of her voice would indicate her lack of desire to speak with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“Oh,” he said, feigning understanding. “Are you newly awakened?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;Her face twisted into a look of contempt. “Hardly, I was awakened long before you were ever released from your pod, kid.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;The redpill took the condescending remark in stride. His next response was simple. “Oh. Well, if you ever need anything, give me a call.” He jumped back down to rejoin his fellow operatives in the fight below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God. &lt;/em&gt;SkyQueene had just settled back into her former train of thought when her phone began to ring. She glanced down at the number and flipped her phone open as she put it to her ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: times new roman,times;&quot;&gt;“It’s Sky. You said you had something important?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 4 Feb 2009 11:16:40 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Diced you have a phone call on line one(0)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve heard about a certain conversation you had.&amp;nbsp; In light of that, please contact me for your incomplete package.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:28:32 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>SOS(22)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;This morning began much like any other, in fact they have all merged into a gray continuum of mission after mission extending back to rebirth and projecting forward to a yet&amp;nbsp;unrealized death. Along the way, you may be fortunate to lend a hand to others in&amp;nbsp;need as they follow there own paths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Syntax.EmergencyBeacon whispers&amp;gt;Th---- Versal of --e Ishtar II, bro--ca-ti-- an e---g-ncy tran--iss-on--Ple-se--espo-d. Rep--t, thi- is --rsal, --- operator of --- Zi-- Ho---cra-- Is--ar II. W- re--ire eme--ency a--ist--ce, c-n an---e re--?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whisper to Syntax.EmergencyBeacon&amp;gt;Istar II you are breaking up ... state nature of your emergency&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Syntax.EmergencyBeacon whispers&amp;gt;H--lo? I&amp;#39;m gett-ng y-ur --gnal, but it-- break-ng up! E--rgy reser---is a- mi--mal, and we re--ly nee- help! I&amp;#39;ve on-- been abl- to b--adcast th-s beaco- -- short -ursts, so-- k-nd of in--rfer-nce!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whisper to Syntax.EmergencyBeacon&amp;gt;understand Ishtar II ... what is your location ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Syntax.EmergencyBeacon whispers&amp;gt;We c--sh-landed -- the real, ---ve be-- here - long tim- ---. Ou- missi-- was -- as----ain t-- f-te of --- Nova--- II. Th-t wa- months ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signal Lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As an ex-waterman one can not ignore a call for help .. please render all assistance&amp;nbsp;to this ship in peril and the souls aboard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 17:32:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Onboard the hovercraft the blue distortion(10)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sound of the passive sensor display, and the hum of other electrical equipment on the bridge of the hovercraft Blue Distortion, broke the silence of the midnight watch. Although the bridge was probably the most organized part of the ship, it looked a bit messy. Some tools scattered here and there, an empty cup belonging to the Captain, and the occasional spare wire on the floor, used in a hurry and left in a busy moment as one problem was solved and the next undertaken. A blue light blinked on the communication station, showing that only one secure line was active, monitoring the Emergency Band, indicating the Captain&amp;#39;s and the ship&amp;#39;s readiness to respond to a call to the defense of New Zion at a moments notice.The hovercraft, nearing the end of her time in the maintenance dock, was finally in a reasonable state and almost ready for a return to duty as yet another year of war drew to a close. &amp;nbsp;At the moment, Baby Blue was occupied by two people; the ship&amp;#39;s captain, and his female operator. It was an odd situation for a hovercraft to be manned by a skeleton crew in dry dock, but then again, considering that the war had been going on for at least six hundred years with no end in sight, perhaps it was no surprise that from time to time both the crew and the machines that bore them into battle would need time to refit and recharge before returning to the fray. This time the Captain himself, TRX, had needed the break, to rest and mentally recover as he reflected on events in Matrix as well as in the flesh. Most of the crew had been reassigned to other ships, just prior to the refit. Two had elected to stay with the ship as she made her way to dry dock in Zion that fateful June day. The loyal ship&amp;#39;s operator, Lyrics, honoring the pact the two warriors had made when TRX ascended to a captaincy and chose Lyrics from among seven eager applicants for the job had elected to stay aboard. The Blue Distortion&amp;#39;s chief engineer, Othala, had also committed to stay with her man, despite the recent evolution of their relationship when TRX&amp;#39;s blue pill wife, Sandy, who had been discovered to be awaken Zion operative in the SM Network flotilla.&lt;br /&gt;Little did the trio know that they would soon be immersed in the desperate evacuation of Zion to a newly established secret base. Few operatives at the time were aware of the preparations that had been made to create the New Zion base of operations in a strategic and tactically safer location. Commodore Ps10n, commander of the fleet The Brethren to which the Baby Blue belonged, was the exception. Perhaps Ps10n&amp;#39;s enigmatic smile as he approved TRX&amp;#39;s request for leave and ship refit should have warned TRX that something unusual was in the wind. &amp;nbsp;Would be just like the Commodore to see threads of destiny converging in order to provide additional transport capability to humanities&amp;#39; last free city at a time of great need, eliciting that enigmatic smile.&lt;br /&gt;Though tired and worn, Blue Distortion and crew would go on to serve with distinction over the next month and a half during the evacuation of Zion. She was among the first of Zion&amp;#39;s hovercraft to engage Sentinels since the end of the Truce, and even emerged victorious against Cypherite crewed hovercraft that attempted to impose their will over a free humanity. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During this period TRX and Othala resolved their relationship as they came to grips with the revelation that Sandy had awaken and with Othala finding new love in the form of the free born engineer named T-Fork who worked tirelessly with Othala to keep Baby Blue up and running during the evacuation. With the evacuation complete, Rex and Othala parted as friends and Othala went on to marry T-Fork. Rex was honored to give the bride away at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Rex and Lyrics were allowed to remain aboard Baby Blue as she refit. Despite the secure defenses of New Zion, newly appointed High Commander Roland, remembering the lesson of the Mjolnir, wasn&amp;#39;t about to take any chances and insured that the refitting hovercraft would be a strategic reserve asset and that she had enough mobility and the crew to deliver a EMP pulse if, when and where required. Othala was granted an extended leave to honeymoon with her husband and explore New Zion. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And so the months past, perhaps not the most restful R&amp;amp;R for Rex and Lyrics and certainly not the most efficient refit of a hovercraft in the history the of Zion yard dogs, but the work proved therapeutic for the pair and the knowledge that even in dry dock they provided an important defensive contingency for New Zion was a great honor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The pair normally worked sixteen to eighteen hour days, including a twelve hour watch on the bridge to meet the defensive responsibilities assigned to Blue Distortion, however, the New Zion defenses proved as formidable in reality as they were on paper and Baby Blue was not even called to go light on her pads throughout the long refit. The Captain would stand the day watch while the yard engineers where aboard so that he could coordinate and inspect the work. In the evening, when the yard workers had left Lyrics would take the bridge station. During her watch, Lyrics would often see the Captain on the ship&amp;#39;s internal cameras walking around with wrenches, materials, wires or other equipment to do repairs or adjustments that the day&amp;#39;s yard work had revealed. Lyrics knew from first hand knowledge that Rex literally knew every nut, bolt, wire and integrated circuit aboard Baby Blue. That level of technical competence had enabled to pair to devise a remote interface that allowed the watch stander to move about the ship instead of being riveted to the bridge. They only used it when the Defensive Condition set by Zion Command was Normal or lower so as not to impact the readiness of Baby Blue to respond. As a result the change of watch usually occurred in the ship&amp;#39;s mess rather then the bridge itself so that the two warriors could exchange notes and plans for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Things had been going well for many months, but in the last week the Captain had become remote. They hadn&amp;#39;t spoken to each other very much in the past week. Her captain had been avoiding conversations except if or when absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Not a word more. &lt;br /&gt;He would say &quot;Good morning&quot; at breakfast, go about his daily work, and finally &quot;Good night&quot; when he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally he would issue an order or ask a question, but that had become the exception rather then the rule.&lt;br /&gt;Normally Lyrics wasn&amp;#39;t a person that would get cranky easily, but on the other hand, she needed a good atmosphere around her. Given the two normally had a very good working relationship, and could really discuss matters with each other with all due respect, made the situation that much harder to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After three days she started to get a little cranky and resentful. Finally the dam broke after a week, and an argument ensued at watch change that evening. She had lost it and crossed the line, by badmouthing him in a heated discussion, in a way that made it personal. Not at all displaying the respect an operator should show her Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;TRX would have been entirely within his rights to have given her the consequences for her insubordination but instead realizing his remoteness in the past week and the grueling nature of their schedule simply sadly responded. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Thank you for your disrespectfulness, Lyrics...&amp;nbsp; I am going to pretend you didn&amp;#39;t just say that to me.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m going to my cabin to get some sleep. I hope for your sake, that when I see you in the morning, you will have lost this nasty attitude you just pulled on me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That night the midnight watch was especially long. Lyrics sat at her bridge station, trying to distract herself by playing through a complicated chess problem with pieces and board she had made herself, while monitoring the Emergency Band. The exercise was of no avail, she continued to replay the argument in her mind wishing she could retract those words. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the long watch drew to a close. &amp;nbsp;Quickly she typed some commands on her keyboard, and removed some rubbish around her workstation picking up the remote headset and headed to the mess for the change of watch. The exact timing of the watch change was flexible as their schedules would overlap in the mess by anywhere between half an hour and two hours depending on what was going to happen during the day. The only requirement that the Captain set would be that the change occurred before the yard dogs arrived for the day and then again after they left. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics walked through the narrow corridors to the mess, arriving before her Captain. Opening a cabinet, she removed a tin can, and poured herself a little bit of liquid fire made famous by Dozer the venerated pilot of the Nebuchadnezzar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Cheers&quot;, she whispered to herself before she took a shot of the strong substance, making a face as if she had just taken a bite out of a lemon. She couldn&amp;#39;t resist letting out a &quot;phfoohh&quot; after she slammed it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Next, as was her custom, she made some coffee, on a weird jury-rigged coffee machine that made a sound as if it were protesting against the fact that the universe existed at all. Just in time as things turned out because she could hear some grumpy mumblings and her Captain&amp;#39;s footsteps in the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good Morning, Lyrics.... How did the watch go&quot; said TRX in a neutral tone, as he stepped through the doorway and seeing that she had made him the traditional cup of black goop that passed for coffee in the Real.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good Morning Cap.... It was absolutely the worst watch I have ever stood.... I&amp;#39;m sorry T... I shouldn&amp;#39;t have snapped at you like that, and I.....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRX gently interrupted her: &quot;Listen Lyrics, I appreciate the fact you are sorry for the things you said to me. You should be considering that you were way out of line there. But, I do understand why. I haven&amp;#39;t been Mr. Sunshine this past week and I didn&amp;#39;t give you the attention you deserve. Actually, I&amp;#39;m a little glad that you did stand up to me, because if you don&amp;#39;t do that, whom else is going to do it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics smiled while giving TRX a cup of &amp;#39;coffee&amp;#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Thanks T, you always make me feel better at the right moments. By the way, what was reason you were keeping your distance? You aren&amp;#39;t usually an introvert&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;TRX hesitated a moment, and then started explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;About a week and a half ago I received a transmission from Niobe&amp;#39;s second mate, Merrit, aboard the hovercraft Logos II. &amp;nbsp;I personally took the call, as you were freshening up before dinner at the time. She updated me on the tactical situation in the Matrix and how she needed all the help she could assemble. We need to get back in the saddle, Lyrics and soon. She said that I would have about a week to get Blue Distortion ready for action. At that point I was to rendezvous with Captain Niobe in a downtown office building near the South Vauxton Central hardline for further orders. Merrit also informed me that Othala was being recalled to duty and will be assigned to us within the same time frame.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;As you know with the end of the Truce, extraction operations have become much more dangerous. Merrit informed me that we should be prepared to recruit a bluepill from somewhere near the Kedemoth Central hardline where an extraction point is being set up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So for the last week I have worked very hard on tweaking the ship to bring us up to 110% readiness. That isn&amp;#39;t exactly my favorite pastime and I will certainly be happy to see Othala back at her post to handle the task in future.... She really is a genius at troubleshooting and maintenance&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I decided to work hard at it, and let you know we were going to be on active duty again the day I finished the job.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yesterday I finished, I am scheduled to jack in tomorrow at 19:00 hrs.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That means you need to tweak the operation station today after you get some shuteye. Get a good six hours sleep, that way the yard dogs and I can help you before they go off shift. After that I will cook dinner for us and then we can make our way to the provisioning dock to get supplied for our mission tomorrow.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work outlined by the Captain was completed as planned. Everything that could cause a possible conflict while jacked in was checked and double checked. System improvements were implemented and updates performed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After dinner the pair of warriors made their way to the bridge, the Captain settling into the helm seat while Lyrics took the communication station. The excitement and fire was evident in their eyes as they ran through the checklist that would bring Blue Distortion light on her pads and set them on a course to harms way to fight the good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ok .. Lyrics, All buckled up?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics responded with a strong and precise &quot;Affirmative&quot; followed by a &quot;Let&amp;#39;s stick it to them&quot; as her Captain pulled up on the collective and Man and Machine leapt into the air eager for the game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to the provisioning dock was only a short hop. After receiving clearance from the harbor master, TRX maneuvered Blue Distortion with a practiced and skillful hand smoothly into position next to the flagship of Commander Vesuveus also waiting for replenishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics, carrying a few bags de-barked the hovercraft, as TRX completed the post-flight shutdown checklist before making his way to his own cabin to collect his belongings. Judging from the queue at the dock it looked like they would have a several hours to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As TRX descended the hovercraft&amp;#39;s main access ramp he saw Lyrics talking with Hern21, an operative from the craft next to theirs. I second later Hern21 noticed the debonair Captain descending and forgetting his conversation with Lyrics practically shouted out with excitement: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;T.. oh my God man... how good to see you!&amp;nbsp; How are ya bro?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shook hands while their left hands slapped each other on the upper arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hern buddy. Been too long since the last time we met!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m good man thanks, how about yourself dude?&amp;nbsp; I see you didn&amp;#39;t stop working out man, you look good!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hern21&amp;#39;s appearance was indeed impressive. About the same height as TRX, but twice as wide, with arms as strong as a bear, almost white blond hair, and very bright albino-like blue eyes. He had recruited TRX about 3 years back, and played a big part in his awakening. He had also been instrumental in arranging a position in the top crew of the RSITemplars, TRX&amp;#39;s first faction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had been good friends ever since, even when that faction disbanded after a year. The faction leader, WaterDragon, taught TRX everything there is to know about the Matrix, and also provided excellent training on how to be a good captain. After only four months with the faction TRX was promoted to captain of the hovercraft, RSIGuardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Hern&amp;#39;s many different duties outside the matrix, the two friends sometimes didn&amp;#39;t see each other very much, but when they did meet in the Matrix, they had very good times working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So, TRX. Where the hell have you been man? I missed ya.&quot; said Hern as he continued pounded him on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRX&amp;#39;s grin broadened, as he replied:&amp;nbsp; &quot;Well you know me man. Once in a while I just take a long vacation&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment a young man walked up to the trio and interrupted&amp;nbsp; their conversation: &quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry to interrupt Sir, your commander Ps10n sent me to tell you he is at the Communication Centre next to Headquarters, and would like you to meet with him. Sir, he also told me to say: Welcome back&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRX tapped the man on the shoulder. &quot;Tell him I&amp;#39;ll meet him in exactly one hour at the mess hall for a drink and a sit-down&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of leaving immediately, the young fellow hesitated shyly, like he wanted to ask something. TRX noticed and asked if there was anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly nervous, the young man gathered his courage and after a second finally found some words: &quot;Sir? I wanted to ask you if you would have a position for me, on your crew. I&amp;#39;m good at decrypting codes and messages. I know your operator is one of the best, so I would like to learn the profession on your ship with Lyrics&amp;#39; guidance.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRX and Lyrics made eye contact and seeing her little smile matched it with one of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning his attention to the messenger, TRX and said: &quot;If Lyrics wants to teach you, I have no objection. By the way, what&amp;#39;s your name and how old are you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My name is Linotype, Sir. I am 19 years old.&quot; said the now very excited and hopeful young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRX turned his head to Lyrics and asked her what she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics, a professional look on her face, carefully examined Linotype from head to toe.&amp;nbsp; She saw a young man with&amp;nbsp; messy hair, brown eyes,&amp;nbsp; and though of slender of build and slight of stature he stood straight, and seemed relaxed even though a bit nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics stepped forward in his direction, tilted her head a little and said: &quot;Why don&amp;#39;t you come over to the mess hall too in an hour, so we can talk about it and learn a little more about you.&amp;nbsp; Sound good?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Linotype&amp;#39;s expression clearly began to shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hern21 choose this moment to enter the conversation. With a serious look on his face, he asked:&amp;nbsp; &quot;Are you sure kid? These people are nuts.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw the startled Linotype look at TRX and Lyrics with both eyebrows up, he couldn&amp;#39;t help laughing and said: &quot;Nah man. I&amp;#39;m just playing with ya&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lino smiled, glad that he at least had a chance to get on Blue Distortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRX laughed, clapping Hern on the shoulder, and told him: &quot;Some things never change Hern, you still are a good icebreaker.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well Linotype&quot;, TRX said, &quot;We will see you in an hour, and I think it&amp;#39;s clear that it would be best if you are there on time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:23:16 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A Rewrite of teh matrix story (The chapter the truce was broken up to now.)(0)</title>
<description>&lt;p&gt;The place: The Arcitect&amp;#39;s white room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time: 0600 AT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Arcitect: Agent Gray...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Arcitect: Agent Gray, report in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent Gray: Sir, sorry for the delay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Arcitect: It&amp;#39;s no problem, I just wanted to invite you to the party, it seems zion has broken the truce and it&amp;#39;s now time for us to whipe them all out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent Gray: Wouldn&amp;#39;t Agent Pace be more suitable for this, sir?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Arcitect: Nonsense Gray, you&amp;#39;re just the man for the job. I need you to rally the operatives and form a game plan, we are going to erase the zion infulence from the simulation once and for all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent Gray: Yes sir, Agent Gray out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Comlink closes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place: Creston Heights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time: 0630 AT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent Gray: Operative, you have been selected as one of our best, and we need you to help destroy zion. Can the system count on you to do so with efficency and total flawlessness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skull086: I will not let the system down sir. You can count on me to bring zion to it&amp;#39;s knees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent Gray: Good, I knew we could count on you, Mr Haywood, but first we will need you to come party with us, um, The Arcitect himself has invited you to, ehh, in his own words &quot;Come shake that booty up in the sky with the real pimps of the matrix.&quot; I will teleport you there if need be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skull086: Agent Gray, you and I both know I can get to the party by myself, what do you think, I don&amp;#39;t know that sploit? haha really, you agents kill me with laughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent Gray: Of course, operative, will you be heading there now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skull086: Don&amp;#39;t go deleting yourself over it Gray, and yea I will be heading there now, um, you might wanna stand back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/ACTOWN2 *BOOOOM!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just for the LULz so don&amp;#39;t take it seriously people omg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First Zion critical mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First objective: Find out if the truce is really broken and fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second objective: Once found out, run around scared like a chicken with his head cut off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third objective: Shut down all computers with information on the zion mainframe because the machines will want that information and we must&amp;#39;nt let em have it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fourth objective: Scream out For Zion, Or For Neo if you are EPN and then run to the nearest Richland Hardline cause agents spawn on you everywhere else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First Merv critical Mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First objective: head over to club hel for the party the merv is holding cause the truce just died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second objective: Party with sexy bondage bishes and drink alot, and eat merv cake untill everyone passes out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third Objective: Collect a pay check for being such hardworking partiers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First Machine critical mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First objective: Track down all zionite computer systems and take any and all information from them and upload it to the machine database.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second Objective: Kill all enemay noobs you see trying hard to escape but can&amp;#39;t hyperjump inside buildings so they keep hitting the ceilling and are easy targets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third Objective: tap the zion database and steal the codes that are required to enter the city of zion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fourth objective: Forward all information to the machine database where it will be collected and analyized, then we will send the information to one of our skilled operatives that will enter zion itself and pretty much destroy it from the inside out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Skull086 Stands at mara c, disagreeing with people at random, and owning everyone that flags up and tries to attack*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skull086: Listen guys, I&amp;#39;m kinda busy, waiting for orders from the boss and all, so umm could you kindly **** OFF? Or I will have to pwn. Don&amp;#39;t make me pwn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/pwnsallnoobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent Gray: Operative... My appoliges for the interuption, but we have the zion access codes to enter the city, are you ready for the mission?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skull086: Oh hey Gray, now, you and I both know I&amp;#39;m always ready to go kill some noobs. Send the codes to my operator and I&amp;#39;ll head into the city of zion and take it down in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent Gray: Very well, I will do as you ask operative, however, I must ask, how will you destroy zion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skull086: I will sploit, how else? You forget, Agent, I used to be a general in the zion command, It wont be very hard to get in, set a bunch of bombs all over the place and blow em all up, then I&amp;#39;ll leave a hole in the door for your sentinals to take care of the rest of the noobs, sound fair? Use their zion magic ageinst them, it&amp;#39;ll be a piece of cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent Gray: Good plan operative, the system is counting on you, and we will welcome your safe return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skull086: Alright Gray, I&amp;#39;ll catch ya later, tell pace I said hi for me will ya! /jacksoutthroughtehhl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent Gray: Will do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skull086 successfully destroys old zion and returns to a huge welcome back party in his honour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&amp;#39;s all I got for the chapter the truce broke, look for more later on down the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post edited. Reason Code 001: Bypassing language filter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 06:58:05 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;Finish the sentence and state a brief reason why. Brief; 10 words or less with your original post. Then the dabates can go from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The power should be in the hands of _____________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 2 Jan 2009 13:03:50 GMT</pubDate>
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