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<description> &lt;p&gt;We landed on the roof of Club Hel. We got into the club and I got to the Merovingian. I detached Piglet from my belly and held him out. The Merovingian took the small encased Piglet into his hands. “Ze poor thing.” “Can’t we just break the glass?” I asked him. “No,” A man in a lab coat said, “The shock would kill him. We have to figure out how to wake him up and detach him from the life-support of his pod.” I nodded, as my cell phone rang. I turned and headed to the exit to the room and headed outside into the hallway before answering it. It was Agent Pace. “Hello?” I asked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Buon pomeriggio, Operative. I have called in an attempt to calm this war between you and the Machines.” &lt;/b&gt;“Well…it’s not working.” &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson, we have a way to release Piglet from his pod. However, this requires that you trust us…trust me.” &lt;/b&gt;“Look, the last time you had Piglet in your custody, you hurt him…you confined him to a glass prison. How do I know if I trust you again you won’t kill him?” &lt;b&gt;“We will not harm your pet, Ms. Anderson.” &lt;/b&gt;“Just like you didn’t harm him last time?” &lt;b&gt;“Well, I am giving you a chance to come in, end this war, and save Piglet’s life. Are you interested in doing just that?” &lt;/b&gt;“Yes.” &lt;b&gt;“Then come to Tabor Park West. There is a building there behind the hardline. That is our Tabor Park office. You will bring Piglet there. Come up to the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. We will be waiting.” &lt;/b&gt;“Alright.” &lt;b&gt;“Ciao, Operative.” &lt;/b&gt;She hung up first. I snuck my “bubblepig” out of Club Hel quietly and headed towards Richland. I took the Merovingian’s helicopter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I landed the chopper on the roof of the office building. I got out, and went inside, taking the elevator to the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. The car stopped and the door opened. I hesitated. Stepping through that door meant surrendering to the Machines. Once I stepped off that elevator and onto the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor, there was no turning back. I took a breath, touched Piglet who was attached to my belly again, and stepped through the door. The second I did, the elevator door slammed behind me. I turned around and tried to pry them open again…no go. I walked down the hallway and opened the door at the end. I stepped through the door, encountering three Agents. One touched his earpiece. &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson has arrived with the animal.” &lt;/b&gt;I heard one of the others. &lt;b&gt;“We have her. She’s here.” &lt;/b&gt;I ignored the Agents and the creepy feeling they gave me. I walked to the door on the opposite side of the room and opened it. Inside stood Agents Pace, Gray and Brown. &lt;b&gt;“Wire…I’m glad you made the decision to come here.” &lt;/b&gt;Agent Brown said as I stepped into the room and Agent Gray closed (and locked) the door behind me. Agent Pace smiled. &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson, I am glad you have made the right decision. Give me the animal.” &lt;/b&gt;I looked down at my “pregnant” belly and rubbed it with my hand as an expectant mother rubs her belly. I was hesitant. Agent Brown looked at Pace and said, &lt;b&gt;“Let me do it.” &lt;/b&gt;He walked up to me. &lt;b&gt;“Please, Wire. We can help him…and you. If you’d only trust us.”&lt;/b&gt; I sighed, unsure if I was handing my baby off to the most trustworthy of folk. I nodded, and took Piglet from my belly and handed him to Agent Brown, who also smiled. He took Piglet and turned around, setting him on the desk against the far wall. Piglet then disappeared - glass pod and all - and dissolved into green code&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;“No!” I said, lunging for the desk. Agent Gray grabbed my arm from behind, holding me in place. &lt;b&gt;“Relax, Wire.” &lt;/b&gt;Agent Brown replied, &lt;b&gt;“I sent him to the source. The Architect will release him from his prison.” &lt;/b&gt;“The Architect? No!” I replied. &lt;b&gt;“Oh yes, Ms. Anderson.” &lt;/b&gt;Agent Gray replied, still holding me in place, &lt;b&gt;“And you’re going there as well.” &lt;/b&gt;I felt handcuffs close around my wrist that he was holding. “No!” Agent Brown held his hand out. &lt;b&gt;“Wire…it’s ok…The Architect has some questions for you, that’s all.” &lt;/b&gt;I felt handcuffs around my other wrist as well. &lt;b&gt;“You’re going back to the Source, whether you want to, or not.” &lt;/b&gt;Gray said. Pace nodded. He tapped the back of my legs with his foot, and sent me to the floor onto my knees. &lt;b&gt;“Prepare for transfer. 3…2…1…” &lt;/b&gt;The entire world dissolved into green code…&lt;/p&gt; </description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 22:08:26 GMT</pubDate>
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<description> &lt;p &gt;After my little visit with the OWB, he had taken away my hacking keyboard and my ability to hack the Matrix right along with it. It had been about three hours, no sign of Piglet or the OWB. I was beginning to get angry. It was time to strike back at the Machines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p &gt;I got suited up in my Elite commando gear, and looking like a ninja, I entered the lobby building where Neo himself had stood. I killed every single guard in the lobby of the military building. After eliminating the security, more streamed in as I got on the elevator and traveled to the 55&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. I got off and I was standing in a hallway with doors on each side. I took the left one first, entering an office area. I entered the first door I found and found a computer inside. I sat down and inserted a virus into the mainframe of the building, scrambling all machine programs that coordinated Agent movement into the simulation, for one. Their coordination systems crashed, I stood up from the chair and left the building as fast as I could. I boarded the elevator and got to the lobby. There were guards waiting for me…they began shooting at me as I entered bullet time and dodged their bullets. Then, the guards began to morph into Agents at the same time. Six guards morphing into Agents. Not good. I got out the front door and made it to the hardline. Thank God.&lt;/p&gt; </description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 22:53:47 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sentinal:&amp;nbsp;June 25th&amp;nbsp;-- Explosion rocks Power Plant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUINNESS LAKE -- A series of explosions shook the neighborhood late last night, leaving the entire district as well as parts of Downtown without power. A twenty-foot&amp;nbsp;hole&amp;nbsp;was blown out of one&amp;nbsp;outer&amp;nbsp;wall of the main building and several dozen security guards were found&amp;nbsp;garrotted and knifed, their bodies drained of&amp;nbsp;their blood and with their internal organs removed&amp;nbsp;even though no surgical incisions were detected. Mysteriously, all&amp;nbsp;unarmed personnel were found unconscious but&amp;nbsp;unharmed, as if they had been gassed or drugged&amp;nbsp;by some non-lethal&amp;nbsp;substance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officials at the Central Power Plant are unable to detect the source of the explosions, but messages were found scrawled in blood on the outer wall of one of the main reactors, messages written in Egyptian heiroglyphics, as well as a ten foot graph of what appears to be a Kabbalistic chart of &amp;quot;the Tree of Death&amp;quot;, written in soot. An&amp;nbsp;Egyptologist from Stratford Campus&amp;#39;s Barron College, Sofia Neferankh, was called in to translate them. &amp;quot;In part, they read, &amp;#39;Let him loose, or let slip the dog of war&amp;#39;. As well as a line adapted&amp;nbsp;from the Egyptian Book of the Dead: &amp;#39;I am she who cometh forth advancing, whose name is unknown. I am Yesterday. &amp;quot;Seer of Millions of Years&amp;quot; is my name. I pass along, I pass along the paths of the divine celestial judges&amp;#39;. &amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;How it was applied is unknown to law enforcement or officials in charge of running the facility, and as of this printing, most eye-witnesses have not yet recovered from the attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Residents living in the area report hearing a noise like &amp;quot;a gigantic hound barking and howling&amp;quot; moments before the blast and the blackout, but it is uncertain how&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;if this had any bearing on what followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 The Sentinel. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:29:18 GMT</pubDate>
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<description> &lt;p &gt;The hardline didn’t work…I couldn’t leave the Matrix! And I couldn’t call for backup either; I had thrown my cell phone out the window and shattered it into a million pieces. I did not think the Machines could trace me or contact me. Wrong. A bluepill began to walk up to the hardline. He stopped when he saw me. “You done using that phone?” He asked. “No.” I replied, picking it up again and preparing to type in a teleport code to get my *CENSORED* out of downtown. I looked again, and the poor guy was morphing into an Agent. I slammed the hardline down and hyper jumped for the nearest roof. I looked back and the bluepill had morphed into Agent Brown. He touched his earpiece. I heard what he began to say…as I had my own earpiece that I had forgotten about. &lt;b&gt;“She’s on the move. 134. 148. Negative 82.” &lt;/b&gt;At first I didn’t know what the numbers were. Then I knew what they were as another Agent began to morph in on the rooftop. Coordinates. Then…I heard them speak to me. &lt;b&gt;“Wire…we know you can hear us. Stop running. Compliance is mandatory.” &lt;/b&gt;I touched my earpiece to speak back to them. “I’m going to keep running until you guys stop me -” I stopped in mid sentence when suddenly a room erected itself around me. What was previously a rooftop was now another floor of the building. I couldn’t find my way out… &lt;b&gt;“We wish to negotiate.” &lt;/b&gt;“You’re so full of bologna it’s coming out of your ears…the last time you wanted to ‘negotiate’, you kidnapped Piglet and sent the OWB after me.” Suddenly, three Agents began to morph in around me in a five foot radius. I ran to the nearest door and kicked it with all my might…and it was kicked down. I ran out of the floor and up the stairs to the new roof. I tried to hyper jump again, but realized I was rooted. I couldn’t run or jump. Agent Brown appeared from the stairwell. He ran towards me. &lt;b&gt;“Wire - don’t be alarmed. I got rid of the other Agents. I’m going to get you out of here.” &lt;/b&gt;“What? I thought you worked for them.” &lt;b&gt;“I do work for them.” &lt;/b&gt;“So how can I trust you?” &lt;b&gt;“I’m going to take you into protective custody. We just had an explosion at a Westview power plant.” &lt;/b&gt;“But, what does that have to do with me?” &lt;b&gt;“No ‘buts’, Wire. You’re coming with me.” &lt;/b&gt;I rolled my eyes. Agent Brown was as protective as Agent White was. &lt;b&gt;“Oh, and I have this for you.” &lt;/b&gt;He said, pulling out my cell phone. “But…how did you -” &lt;b&gt;“I repaired it for you. I figured you’d need a cell phone anyways. I also changed the phone number on it -”&lt;/b&gt; He was stopped in mid sentence when it rang. He gave it to me and I answered the call. “Hello?” &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson.” &lt;/b&gt;I recognized the voice. It was the OWB himself. “What the hell do you want?” I asked. &lt;b&gt;“I have your Piglet. He’s alive and well. However, you must surrender to my Agents first.” &lt;/b&gt;“The Wire never surrenders.” I replied, hanging up the phone. &lt;b&gt;“Transfer,” &lt;/b&gt;Agent Brown said, &lt;b&gt;“3…2…1…” &lt;/b&gt;The world changed to green code again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p &gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n1/Wire393/113Architect4.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; </description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:57:39 GMT</pubDate>
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<description> &lt;p &gt;Piglet awoke in a strange white room. He was floating. He tried to think of where he could possibly be that was without gravity, and full of light. He remembered Wire saying something about “the Source”. Could this be it? Could he be at the beginning of the Matrix itself? Piglet sighed. This was going to be a long day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p &gt;&lt;b&gt;“Agent Gray.” &lt;/b&gt;The Architect said to the screen showing the Agent. &lt;b&gt;“Yes sir?” “I want you to enter the White Room and see how the animal is doing.” “Yes sir.” &lt;/b&gt;The White room. A separate construct that was separate from The Source and The Matrix. Agent Gray teleported himself into this construct. He saw the animal floating in the middle of the room. This would make for an interesting report later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p &gt;Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and Piglet saw Agent Gray standing near by, below him a bit. How could it be that he was floating and Agent Gray was standing on the floor? Piglet hadn’t even realized that there was a floor, or walls, or a door before. This room had no rules of physics like the simulation did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p &gt;Agent Gray reached up and took hold of Piglet. “Oink.” Piglet did not squeal, squirm, or otherwise resist. Agent Gray cocked his head slightly in curiosity as he looked down at the small life in his hands…and he felt something he hadn’t felt ever before. Compassion. Somehow he sensed the animal was hungry, and the room they were both in would react to the Agent’s thoughts. A table appeared, and on it, a bowl of food for Piglet. Agent Gray sat Piglet on the table near the bowl as he sat down at it as well. Piglet walked up to the food and began to eat like he hadn’t eaten in days. Technically he hadn’t. Water also appeared on a whim for the animal. Agent Gray did something he had never done. He smiled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p &gt;The Architect aimed his pen at one of the screens and tapped it. It showed Agent Gray and Piglet. Agent Gray was petting Piglet as he ate. Was that…compassion? The Architect knew that he programmed none of his Agents with compassion, as it would negatively affect their performance. He became concerned, as he watched Agent Gray interact with the animal. Was it possible…that Wire’s ‘program’ was contagious and spreading? The thought of that possibility also meant he had to consider another possibility: Identify the Agents with the ‘virus’ or watch the downfall of the Matrix.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p &gt;Wire had to be located and she had to be located &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p &gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n1/Wire393/MXO/ae4d3192.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; </description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 11:37:43 GMT</pubDate>
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<description> &lt;p&gt;While the Architect began formulating a program to identify the Agents with the virus, Wire was in the Matrix, formulating her own program to hack her way back into the Source. She was about 99% sure the Architect had her pet locked up in a construct somewhere.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the Source, Agent Gray picked up Piglet and hugged him. Piglet smiled and closed his eyes, feeling secure in the Agent’s arms. &lt;b&gt;“I will get you back to Wire. I promise.” &lt;/b&gt;He told the Piglet, who oinked softly. He teleported himself and Piglet back to the simulation, where he would track down Wire and return Piglet to her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I stood in the safehouse, doing finishing touches on my “hack the source” program. Suddenly, an Agent began to morph in. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. He materialized and it was Agent Gray…and Piglet. I lowered the gun and said, “Piglet!!” Piglet awoke in the Agent’s arms and saw me. “Oink!!” &lt;b&gt;“I felt that I should return your pet to you, Ms. Anderson.” &lt;/b&gt;Agent Gray said, giving me Piglet, who I took and hugged immediately. Agent Gray smiled, shocking me. &lt;b&gt;“I am glad you are happy.” &lt;/b&gt;I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. “Are you…exhibiting emotions?” He nodded. &lt;b&gt;“I do not know where they come from, Ms. Anderson. The Architect did not program me with emotions.” &lt;/b&gt;I pulled out a code analyzer and used it to read Agent Gray’s code. His program had been overridden with my program. How was that possible? Suddenly, a knock at the door. Both Agents pulled their guns and aimed them at the door as I answered it. Outside stood three more Agents. They smiled at me. “My God,” I said, “My program has become a virus. It’s spreading.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Agents welcomed themselves in. And me? I was excited that I had a roomful of Agents, but at the same time I knew I had to get all these Agents to a construct immediately. I had to start an “emotional Agent retreat” to protect them from the System that no doubt wanted them all dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n1/Wire393/MXO/Outnumberedbigtime.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:16:42 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;:: A note written in what one hopes is only red ink...::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Glad to see the bacon came home in one piece, thanks in part to the heat I put on the damned Toasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Just remember: I don&amp;#39;t give out my favors for free. You owe me one, and I will collect the debt when I see fit. Thank your lucky glyphs, it won&amp;#39;t be for a while yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;M. Marrithsdattir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;P.S. Just remember, every virus has its antidote. It&amp;#39;s just a matter of it being found. Good luck with the emo-Agents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 1 Jul 2008 18:58:26 GMT</pubDate>
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<description> &lt;p&gt;I opened my cell phone and hit 3, the speed dial for the Merovingian. “Hello, Wire.” He said. “I have an issue.” “I know about your Agent program.” “Sir, it’s spreading. I need somewhere to send these Agents, or the System will seek to destroy them.” “You are empathetic for them?” “Yes, sir. I must protect them. And I need your help.” “I have a plan, dear Wire. I have a place downtown that no one knows about. It is a tall building in Morrell, which has sixty floors. I can isolate the building from the simulation upon will.” “Excellent. May I ask if I can use it?” “Of course you can, my dear Wire. I can transport you there immediately, if you wish.” “Yes. The faster the better.” “Prepare for teleport, as soon as you hang up this phone.” “Thank you, Liege.” I hung up the phone. It wasn’t ten seconds. We all disappeared from the safehouse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We reappeared in this government building. I had five Agents with me. &lt;b&gt;“Where did you take us?” &lt;/b&gt;Agent Gray asked. I looked over at him. “A safehouse.” &lt;b&gt;“Another one? Where?” &lt;/b&gt;“A place in the Downtown district of the simulation where you’ll all be safe from the System.” &lt;b&gt;“Are you sure that this is safe?” &lt;/b&gt;Another Agent asked. I nodded. “I was assured of it by the Merovingian.” &lt;b&gt;“And since when can the Merovingian be trusted?” &lt;/b&gt;“Since the System decided that it wanted to work against me…and wanted to destroy you.” &lt;b&gt;“Why do you care about us?” &lt;/b&gt;Another Agent asked. “I…I don’t know.” I replied. They finally shut up long enough for me to take a look around. We were in the lobby of the building. “Go up to the 42&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; floor. I’ll be there in a little bit.” The three as-of-yet unnamed Agents boarded the elevator and disappeared behind it’s closed door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Agents Brown and Gray were still with me. &lt;b&gt;“You trust the Merovingian?” &lt;/b&gt;Brown asked. I nodded. “I used to work for him. I find him trustworthy…as long as you don’t get on his bad side.” I turned around and began to walk to the front door, which was sealed. In order to exit, I had to use the hardline directly next to the door. &lt;b&gt;“Where are you going?” &lt;/b&gt;“Back to the simulation.” &lt;b&gt;“We are coming with.” &lt;/b&gt;Gray said. “No…I want you to stay here until further notice. I can’t risk your viruses spreading further into the simulation.” &lt;b&gt;“But -” &lt;/b&gt;“Leave the protecting up to me…please. Stay here. That’s an order.” I turned around and walked up to the phone. Brown followed. I felt a hand on my shoulder. &lt;b&gt;“I can’t allow you to leave.” &lt;/b&gt;I turned around, taking his hand into mine. “But I must. I must…find a cure for your condition. I don’t know why it’s spreading…but it is.” &lt;b&gt;“Please don’t leave.” &lt;/b&gt;“I must. I will be back.” &lt;b&gt;“You’ll be back?” &lt;/b&gt;“I promise.” He nodded, seeming to find comfort in my words. &lt;b&gt;“Ok.” &lt;/b&gt;I returned his nod and smiled at him. I let him go and picked up the phone. I put it to my ear and vanished, back into the simulation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n1/Wire393/MXO/ac66c36c.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; </description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 3 Jul 2008 13:25:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>I rematerialized outside in the Matrix a second later. I turned around. The building I had just emerged from was invisible. I hoped the Agents inside were safe as I headed for Club Hel. Suddenly, my phone rang. Caller ID said “Unknown Number”. I opened the phone and put it to my ear. &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson. This is the Architect. I need to speak with you. I want you to meet me in Tabor Park at our office there.” &lt;/b&gt;“Ok.” I replied. &lt;b&gt;“I will see you in ten minutes at the location recommended.” &lt;/b&gt;“Alright. I’ll be there.” &lt;b&gt;“I really hope so.” &lt;/b&gt;Click. He hung up first. He sounded on-edge, if that’s possible for an emotionless Machine. I grabbed the first hardline and teleported myself to Tabor Park West. I walked through the front door. There stood three Agents. &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson. We are here to escort you to the Architect’s location.” &lt;/b&gt;I nodded. Two of them flanked me, and the one that spoke led me to the elevators. I figured they were afraid I’d run off before the meeting with the OWB. We went up in the elevator and then got off. We walked into the room where the OWB was. The two Agents who had been flanking me left and guarded each side of the door on the inside of the room. The one that had led me here went and stood near the wall and watched me. The OWB didn’t turn around at first. &lt;b&gt;“Ms. Anderson. The System needs your help.” &lt;/b&gt;“My help? Aren’t there millions of others you could’ve chosen?”&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;He turned around and faced me. &lt;b&gt;“Yes. But you are the author of the virus that currently puts the System at risk.” &lt;/b&gt;“I’ve already quarantined them.” &lt;b&gt;“It doesn’t matter. The virus is still rampant in the System. Though no further Agents have been infected, this is a serious problem for us.” &lt;/b&gt;A pause. I looked nervously at the Agents in the room. &lt;b&gt;“We need a sample of the code you used to construct the virus.” &lt;/b&gt;Another pause. I contemplated his request. I nodded. “Alright. I’ll need a laptop.” He waved his hand and one appeared on the table nearby. I accessed it. I pulled out a small disk that I carried everywhere with me. It contained a blueprint of the virus. I inserted it into the laptop and copied it to it’s hard drive. I pulled the disk out. “It’s done.” &lt;b&gt;“Leave the disk on the table.” &lt;/b&gt;The guarding Agent said, suddenly. He had snuck up behind me while I was messing with the laptop. I put the disk on the table. &lt;b&gt;“Step away from the computer.” &lt;/b&gt;I stepped backward towards the OWB, who nodded once as the computer vanished in a shower of green code. &lt;b&gt;“The next thing you’re going to do,” &lt;/b&gt;The OWB said, &lt;b&gt;“Is tell me where you hid the infected Agents.” &lt;/b&gt;I shook my head. “No. I can’t do that.” &lt;b&gt;“There is no need to protect them. They are simple programs, Ms. Anderson.” &lt;/b&gt;I shook my head. “I can’t tell you. Because I know you’d just kill them.” The two Agents guarding the door walked further into the room and faced me. &lt;b&gt;“Agents are not subject to deletion unless they have completely ceased to function. Surely that’s not the case with your exiled programs?” &lt;/b&gt;I shook my head again. “I don’t care. I don’t trust you. I don’t want you to hurt them.” &lt;b&gt;“You have no choice but to tell us, Ms. Anderson.” &lt;/b&gt;I looked for an exit. There was a window to my left. However, jumping through it meant falling forty some stories. “I won’t. I can’t.” &lt;b&gt;“Then we will have to extract the information from you. Agents.”&lt;/b&gt; The three Agents came toward me. I didn’t hesitate. I jumped through the window, shattering the glass and falling forty stories. &lt;img src=&quot;http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n1/Wire393/MXO/e13762b7.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You are not authorized in this area.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Escape is impossible.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 4 Jul 2008 12:36:50 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Re:The Next Agent White</title>
<description>I landed five seconds later. I looked up: the three Agents were following! I began to run, back towards the hideout. I heard them land three seconds later. They began to run towards me. I couldn&apos;t risk them tailing me to the hideout. I ran for the nearest hardline.&lt;p&gt;Agent Wilson looked over at his colleagues: Agents Johnson and Long. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;She&apos;s running for the hardline.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;We must stop her.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Erect a barrier. Immediately.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;It&apos;s not working.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Then we must stop the hardline from functioning.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;The Agents could bend the code to their will, and they did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reached the hardline and put it to my ear. It was in an alleyway near a dead end. I called the hideout. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;I heard Agent Gray say. &amp;quot;Agent Gray, thank the Gods. Listen, I need a teleport to the hideout right away.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What&apos;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;There are three Agents behind me. Just get me that teleport. No time to explain!&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Can&apos;t you just use the hardline to teleport yourself here?&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot;No...the hardline won&apos;t teleport me! Get me that teleport! Hurry!&amp;quot; The Agents entered the beginning of the alley and stopped where they were. All three of them watched me...then began to walk slowly towards my position. &amp;quot;You always said I could trust you. You always said you stuck to your word. Now&apos;s the time for you to prove that you can be trusted! That you stick to your word! Get me that tele -&amp;quot; The world turned to green code.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Agents watched as Wire disappeared in a green haze. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;She&apos;s escaped.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Where did she go?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I have a trace: Morrell in the Downtown district.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Let&apos;s go.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;The three Agents vanished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reappeared inside the hideout. Agents Gray and Brown were waiting for me. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Are you damaged?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Agent Brown asked. I shook my head. &amp;quot;I&apos;m alright.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We have a problem.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Gray said, suddenly, &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;The System Agents followed you here. We have been exposed.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED IN THIS AREA. ESCAPE IS IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 21:59:39 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>Agent Gray asked me one time how I got started as a redpill. I sighed. It was a really long story.&lt;p&gt;It all started three years ago. I was a software tech at Metacortex, and I had my office way up on the 25th floor. It was an easy job, nine to five, decent pay. My boss wasn&apos;t that bad either. It was a normal day the day it all started, I came into work at 9am and sat down at my desk. I got to work, and the next thing I knew it was almost noon. Time for lunch. I turned in my chair to organize some papers on my desk...but I didn&apos;t have to touch them and they moved. At first I didn&apos;t believe it. Was it mind over matter? I moved the papers with my mind, motioning with my hand and they landed in a neat pile nearby. I looked around my office and saw it turn to green code, and I felt sick suddenly, and lightheaded. The view turned back to normal, and I found I could influence my entire office. My office didn&apos;t originally have a window. I gave it a window view. I gave myself a better computer, a nicer desk, nicer carpeting and a new paint job on the walls. Though I thought it was cool that I could change things this way, I was also scared to death. Was I losing my mind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went home that night, jumped on the internet. I got into a chatroom and asked if anyone else had ever had this experience. I felt alone, and was looking for just one kindred soul. Finally, a reply. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Ms. Anderson, I am Agent Smith with the Secret Service. Things are not as they appear to be. If you are interested in learning more, email me at my Agency. I will give you my information if you wish. I would be interested in assisting you in this matter. One more thing, Ms. Anderson. You are not alone.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;So I emailed him with my name, location, all that jazz. The next day, he showed up at my work, scared me half to death. He had two colleagues with him. I peeked at him over a cubicle wall. Three Agents in black suits, the whole G-Man look. I felt nervous as I returned to my office, a cubicle that was separated into a different room, away from the noise. I sat down and drank my coffee, and worked on our latest computer game. I was typing on my computer when I heard a knock at the door. &amp;quot;Come in.&amp;quot; I said. The door opened. Three Agents walked in slowly. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I am Agent Smith.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; The Agent who had knocked said. He pointed at his two colleagues. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;My colleagues, Agent Brown and Agent Jones. Would you care to tell us what happened last night?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; I sighed. They &lt;i&gt;were &lt;/i&gt;a bit intimidating.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 1 Aug 2008 21:51:32 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Re:The Next Agent White</title>
<description>Agent Smith saw my hesitation and nodded. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I am willing to speak to you alone if you wish.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; I nodded. He motioned to his colleagues and they left quickly, closing the door behind them. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Why don&apos;t you start at the beginning, Ms. Anderson.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; I nodded and told him the story. &amp;quot;Then I just motioned at those papers on my desk, and they moved! Like floated or something. Then I was able to physically change the room. I never had that window before.&amp;quot; I stood up and looked out the window. I could see tiny cars far below. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I can sense your anxiety, and I brought something that I know you would enjoy.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; He said, suddenly. I turned around. He was holding a cookie in his hand. Chocolate chip. My favorite. I took it, without question. I wondered where he had gotten it, I didn&apos;t recall him carrying a cookie when he first entered my office. I took a bite of it. It tasted like it was freshly baked...but how was that possible? I continued looking out the window and pondering the world as I knew it while eating the cookie. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;The world as you know it is not as the world actually is. Appearances can be deceiving.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; I asked, finishing my cookie. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Come with me. I&apos;ll show you.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; He touched his earpiece. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We&apos;re ready.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; And I blinked, the world vanished.&lt;p&gt;The next second we were standing in an all white room. &amp;quot;Where are we?&amp;quot; I asked him, &amp;quot;And how did we get here?&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We&apos;ve arrived at the Source.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; There was a white chair nearby, empty. There were TV screens all over the walls. Smith waved his hand slowly at the screens, and they began to show different scenes. I walked around and peered at them. Some showed a nuclear war, strange machines I had never seen before, people inside pods asleep. I kept walking, slowly. Other screens showed a man grabbing a phone in a phone booth and vanishing, an Agent dressed like Smith who punched through a concrete wall and kicked down a door, and another of an Agent dodging bullets. &amp;quot;Is that Agent dodging bullets? That&apos;s impossible.&amp;quot; Smith was silent. I kept looking. Another showed an Agent hyper jumping, an Agent morphing, and another of strange hover craft type ships in what appeared to be sewer tunnels. &amp;quot;So...&amp;quot; I began, &amp;quot;The world I know isn&apos;t real.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That&apos;s correct.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Smith replied. &amp;quot;So...what is this place?&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;In a place your religion would call ‘Heaven&apos;. Separate from the world you knew, and yet everything that happens in that world is controlled from here.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Smith tapped one of the screens, and an entire group of them showed one large picture of a person in a pod. I looked closer. That person was...me. &amp;quot;Is that me?&amp;quot; I asked. He nodded. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; I saw Machines surrounding my pod. &amp;quot;What is this?&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That...is the Real World.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;My God...those machines look really scary.&amp;quot; I felt a hand on my shoulder. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;They are making sure you are ok...because the truth could kill you.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; My eyes went wide. He told me the story of the Matrix. The nuclear war, and how the Matrix came to be and why it was there. I agreed to stay plugged in, and Smith made it so. He taught me quickly, downloading things like Kung Fu, Hacking (Healing), and Coding directly into my brain in the real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterward, Smith took me to a safehouse back in the Matrix to observe my reaction to the truth. I knew things were about to get interesting.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 21:12:13 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Re:The Next Agent White</title>
<description>I ended up staying in that safehouse a whole week, until Smith decided I was stable enough to go out on my own. I couldn&apos;t work for the Machines yet, so I helped Smith and his colleagues with missions. Smith taught me everything there was to know. He spoke one day about this man named Thomas Anderson. I guess he worked at Metacortex before he awakened as well. The way the Agents spoke about him, he sounded really important for some reason. One of the Agents even called him &amp;quot;Neo&amp;quot;. I figured that was his redpill alias.&lt;p&gt;Everything was normal, until one day I needed Smith&apos;s help with something; I went to track him down. I could track him via a cell phone he carried with him, and he gave me one like it. I could track him using the phone&apos;s GPS. He was at some park in Mara. He was at Debir Court...I didn&apos;t know why or what he was doing there. I walked between the apartment buildings there, through some alleyways. I got to the center of the place but stopped in my tracks when I saw something that truly terrified me. My eyes went wide as I slowly scanned the middle of the park...I saw what appeared to be like a hundred Agent Smiths fighting a man in a long jacket. I had to take a second look to realize that they were Smith clones. I ducked down and hid from a vantage point where I could see most of the fight. The man in the jacket was extremely powerful, he was able to throw and overpower the clones. They fought for a long time, until the man in the jacket flew off into the sky... flew?! But that was...impossible? I heard one of the clones call the man &amp;quot;Mr. Anderson&amp;quot;. It must&apos;ve been Neo. It was the first time I&apos;d ever seen him.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 21:37:36 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Re:The Next Agent White</title>
<description>I was still hiding when I heard him yell suddenly. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Ms. Anderson! You should help me...and the rest of me...find where Neo went!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;Umm...&amp;quot; I stammered, &amp;quot;No thanks, Smith.&amp;quot; I stood up slowly and began to walk backwards...back up the alleyway from which I came. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You&apos;re going to help us...whether you want to or not. You&apos;re going to become one of me.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;I shook my head and saw the clones start to walk quickly toward me. I took one look and got outta Mara about as fast as I could hyper jump out. I ran to my apartment and hid there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a full twenty four hours before I showed my face in Megacity again. I had bolted my door and all my windows shut to keep the Smiths out. I was terrified he&apos;d find me again.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I eventually went to see the Oracle about what I had seen...as I found it profoundly disturbing. I walked into her kitchen. &amp;quot;Hello Wire. I know why you&apos;re here. You&apos;re going to ask about Smith.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes. I saw him in Debir Court. Him and a whole bunch of his...clones.&amp;quot; She nodded slightly, while she sat at her kitchen table and smoked a cigarette. &amp;quot;How is he able to do that? How can an Agent clone himself?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Smith is no longer an Agent, dear. He&apos;s become an exile as a result of a fight with Neo.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;How?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Neo fought Smith, changed his code. Smith was called for deletion by the Machines...but he is far too determined to take over this world to just give up so easily.&amp;quot; I grimaced slightly. &amp;quot;Take over this world? You mean using his clones?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes. Smith found out that he has that ability, now he&apos;s going to use it to take over the Matrix. Neo is going to fight Smith one final time before Smith has the chance to succeed and make the Matrix his. The outcome of that fight will determine if this world will be in Smith&apos;s hands or in Neo&apos;s.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What about me? What should I do?&amp;quot; She shook her head. &amp;quot;Honey, I&apos;m sorry. I don&apos;t have any good news for you today. You&apos;re a good soul, you really are.&amp;quot; I waited for her reply. She seemed to be hesitating. &amp;quot;Smith loves you more than anything. He won&apos;t continue on this path of his without you. He is coming to find you...and you&apos;re going to become one of him.&amp;quot; My eyes went wide. &amp;quot;So...that&apos;s it?&amp;quot; I asked, &amp;quot;How can I prevent it? Is there anything I can do?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Get out of the Matrix as soon as you can, and don&apos;t come back...for quite a while.&amp;quot; She replied, finally putting out her cigarette. &amp;quot;I see the darkness spreading...I see death. And it&apos;s only a matter of time before he finds you. Get out while you still can, honey. That&apos;s all I can tell you.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 21:03:21 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>I looked up while telling the story to Agent Gray, then looked down at my watch. It had been over an hour. I was getting hungry, needed to stretch, and was wondering what the other Agents were up to. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Where are you going?&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;Gray asked as I stood up. I looked at him and smiled slightly. &amp;quot;I told you this would be a long story. I&apos;m hungry. And I&apos;m curious what the other Agents are up to.&amp;quot; I walked down the hallway to one of the offices and heard voices inside; from what I could discern it sounded like five voices. It was the rest of the Agents. I had to keep myself from laughing as I listened to their conversation. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;But you were in check.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope, I can move the Queen out of check.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No way!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What a cheater.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But you&apos;re already in checkmate. You lose!&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;I heard one of them laugh. Not only did the Agents have emotions, but as time elapsed, the &amp;quot;virus&amp;quot; changed them, and they became more and more human. I smiled as I opened the door. &amp;quot;Are you guys arguing?&amp;quot; I asked them. Agent Brown smiled at me. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I&apos;m keeping them in line.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;I hope so. No fighting.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Do you wish to play, Ms. Anderson?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; One of the others asked me. &amp;quot;No thanks.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, new game.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Another Agent said, clearing the board of pieces with one movement of his arm, then somehow rematerializing the pieces back to their respectable spots on the board. I nodded, smiled, and closed the door. I turned to walk back into the hallway and almost ran head-first into Agent Gray. &amp;quot;Why do you keep following me around?&amp;quot; I asked him. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I don&apos;t know...I have a...need...to be around you.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; I smiled. &amp;quot;You mean you&apos;re lonely to be by yourself?&amp;quot; He nodded. I walked to a room full of computers, and began to code a device in which I could hide Agents if the Machines happened to break in. It was sorta like a device to dematerialize the Agents and then store their code structure, and then allow me to rematerialize them later when it was safe. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I wish to hear the rest of the story.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;Gray said. I nodded. &amp;quot;Maybe in a bit. I&apos;ve got work to do.&amp;quot; He sat down next to me and watched me work. The Agent constantly was watching me, it was starting to creep me out.</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 13:29:51 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;September 15th. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Machines infiltrated the perimeter at about 6am. I figured they were trying to catch us off guard. Luckily for all of us, the Agents never slept and I had guns hidden all over the construct. I awoke with a start, doing a leap off the couch in my office and grabbing the nearest guns. I then grabbed my device. I hit an alarm, an alarm that the Agents knew meant an emergency and to convene in my office. I waited for them as they ran through the door one by one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Here&apos;s the situation,&amp;quot; I began, &amp;quot;the Machines have broken in, and the shield I put around the construct won&apos;t hold forever. I need to start transporting the rest of you into the device.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We&apos;re ready to begin.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Agent Brown said, speaking for all of them. &amp;quot;Very well. Here goes nothing.&amp;quot; I hit a button, and a beam shot out from my device. The Agents all turned into green code, and flew like a stream into the end of my device, which looked sorta like a TV remote control. I heard a beep which meant the programs had been transferred successfully. I turned around, running for the hardline in my office. I dialed a number I had pre-programmed to transfer me out of the construct in event of an emergency. It worked. The Machines hadn&apos;t anticipated that I had created another exit beside the one that they would come through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately for all of us, my hardline hack wasn&apos;t perfect and I knew there would be some risk. I felt dizzy and slightly nauseous as I came through the other end. I had the Agent Storage Device in my pocket. I opened my cell phone and hit 2, the speed dial for the Merovingian. &amp;quot;Sir, we have a problem.&amp;quot; I began immediately. &amp;quot;What is wrong, my Wire?&amp;quot; He asked. &amp;quot;The Machines have hacked the construct. I have the Agents decompiled and stored on a special storage device. I need somewhere to hide.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I will bring you to the Chateau. The Machines cannot reach you there.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Alright. Thank you, Sir.&amp;quot; I closed my cell phone as I approached a hardline. The world turned to code rather quickly, suddenly, as the Merovingian transferred me and my &amp;quot;decomped&amp;quot; Agents to the Chateau.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 19:34:16 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>We arrived at the Chateau a couple moments later. I was in a rather large room. Piglet walked up and oinked at me, at least he was ok. I aimed my device at an open area of the room and hit the button. It beeped twice, shot a beam of code, and the Agents rematerialized. &amp;quot;You guys ok?&amp;quot; I asked them. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We are undamaged.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; I sighed. &amp;quot;Good. Feel free to explore, relax...&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Relax?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; Agent Gray asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Yeah...you know...sit down, read a book - do something that doesn&apos;t involve standing around watching me.&amp;quot; Agent Gray walked about 4 feet away to the nearest wall and began to look at the picture art that hung there. Agent Brown walked up to me. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;There is something wrong.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; I replied, as I grabbed Piglet and held him. That&apos;s when the three Agents that had been playing chess together only hours ago turned to me, and one pulled out his gun. He trained it on me. I dropped Piglet, who landed on his feet unhurt and ran to hide. &amp;quot;What are you doing?!&amp;quot; I demanded. The Agent cocked his head, showing no emotion. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Jane Anderson. You are wanted by the System for the illegal hacking of an Agent program.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You are coming with us.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Resistance is worthless.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; The Agent looked at the two behind me. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Agent Brown, Agent Gray. You have been instructed to return to the Source for immediate deletion. You must comply.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; One of the others spoke up. &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We have been instructed to apprehend Ms. Anderson immediately. Agents, you have 24 hours to comply with the Source, or we will return to apprehend you.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; The Agent grabbed me by my arm, I couldn&apos;t escape his steel grip. I felt handcuffs, and the entire place dissolved into green code. The Machines had kidnapped me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n1/Wire393/MXO/e13762b7.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 20:16:36 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>It was a twelve by eight cell. A sink, a toilet, a small bed where I had been sleeping. Made entirely of cement. I sat up and yawned. I heard footsteps coming up to my cell door. I looked through the tiny window with bars in it on my door. It was an Agent. A guard opened the heavy steel door. It was an Agent I had never seen before.&lt;b&gt; &amp;quot;No doubt you are wondering why you are here. We have transferred you to our prison construct to be held indefinitely, pending a memory wipe.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;What? Memory wipe?&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yes. The Architect determined that the only way to make you more benign to the System is to wipe your memory, effectively making you into a bluepill again. Arrangements will be made for your body to be reinserted into it&apos;s pod after the wipe.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;I&apos;d rather die than go back to being a bluepill.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You have little, if any choice in the matter, Ms. Anderson.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;quot;I want my attorney.&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Your human law does not apply here.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; He turned around and left. &amp;quot;One more thing...you can expect us to be returning to your cell within the hour to begin the memory wipe.&amp;quot; He left the cell, and the guard locked me back in. Realizing my life was over and it seemed completely hopeless, I began to cry...and pray.&lt;p&gt;I was still on my knees praying when I heard commotion outside...gunfire, screaming. Then, I heard &amp;quot;Get away from the door!&amp;quot; so, I did. I backed up to the back wall, and the door got blown off it&apos;s hinges. Outside stood Commandos, and the General. &amp;quot;Come on, Soldier! We don&apos;t have much time.&amp;quot; He said to me. I ran up to him, and they led me out of the Prison, as an armed escort. I saw Agents laying dead in an office down the hall. I wondered how the General killed them, until I saw an Override Orb in the office with them. We got to the exit, and near the door, a man made of wireframes was standing there. &amp;quot;Hello,&amp;quot; He said, &amp;quot;You&apos;re the one who created Agent White?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well, I didn&apos;t really create him, but I did give him emotions.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Excellent. Nice to meet you. My name is Carlyne.&amp;quot; I wondered what an Intruder could want. Surely he had something to do with Algorithm Black, the very thing that had killed Agent White? &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 12:44:59 GMT</pubDate>
<author>Wire393</author>
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<description>Later, I visited the Merovingian at Club Hel, after moving my body from Zero One to a Merovingian base in the Real. &lt;p&gt;I got to Club Hel and found the Merovingian. &amp;quot;Hello, Wire...&amp;quot; He said, &amp;quot;I have a present for you as promised.&amp;quot; He was sitting in the balcony at the top floor of Hel. Next to him sat a vampire. He smiled at me and showed his fangs. &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is my present?&amp;quot; I asked. He nodded. &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;My name is Cain Lestat. A pleasure to meet you.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; The vampire said to me. I nodded and flashed a quick smile. But I was anything but happy to meet him. &amp;quot;With all due respect, Liege, I thought my present was something better.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ah, but this is the best present one could give anyone, Wire.&amp;quot; He replied, &amp;quot;You see, Cain is a vampire, and he&apos;s thirsty. I brought him here to meet you because I know you love vampires.&amp;quot; I nodded. &amp;quot;And?&amp;quot; I knew there was a catch. &amp;quot;And...he would like to turn you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You mean so I can become a vampire again?&amp;quot; He nodded. I shook my head. &amp;quot;No thanks, sir. I was a vampire once and it was a miserable existence.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But you fail to see the beauty of this, Wire...&amp;quot; The Merovingian said again. &amp;quot;Vampirism allows you to do things other operatives can&apos;t. You are faster, stronger...and the only consequence is the thirst.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;And...she would be much more beautiful as a vampire...&amp;quot; I heard a female voice chime in. It was Persephone. The Merovingian&apos;s wife. She walked up and set a small plate of cake on the coffee table between the three of us. I became nervous. I knew where the Merv was going with all this. I stood up. &amp;quot;I&apos;m sorry, Sir...I cannot accept your gift.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ah, but Wire, you assume that your acceptance of this gift is voluntary. It is not. Cain has come here to turn you today and he won&apos;t be disappointed.&amp;quot; A pause. He pointed at the cake. Persephone sat next to him. &amp;quot;Take a piece of cake, relax Wire...this is not such a big deal.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ah, but it is. The thirst is miserable, and I don&apos;t want to be afflicted with it again.&amp;quot; And I turned and left the balcony. &amp;quot;But you cannot refuse this gift, Wire! Cain will pursue you!&amp;quot; He called over the balcony. I didn&apos;t answer. I left Club Hel as fast as I could.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:21:15 GMT</pubDate>
<author>Wire393</author>
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<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 19:39:15 GMT</pubDate>
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