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<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>Tue, 3 Feb 2009 11:09:46 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #008000;&quot;&gt;Call trans opt: received. 09:12:28 REC:Log&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s Sky. You said you had something important?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #008000;&quot;&gt;Trace program: running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m going to kick myself for telling you this, but we’ve finally got him.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Are you sure it’s him?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Positive. He’s been good at hiding himself, but I’ve figured out how he’s doing it.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Meet me. You know where.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah. I know where.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #008000;&quot;&gt;Disconnect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #008000;&quot;&gt;Trace incomplete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 4 Feb 2009 10:29:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;SkyQueene sat patiently behind the wheel of the black sports car. &lt;em&gt;Could it be? After all this time in hiding, he’s finally let his guard down? &lt;/em&gt;She glanced down at the clock; within minutes it would be time for the meeting with her contact. She opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. Cautiously, she took a look around at the red brick houses and the decorative walls and structures in the vicinity designed to make the neighborhood look pretty. &lt;em&gt;Mannsdale Housing Projects. All this effort to make a run-down place in the slums look good.&lt;/em&gt; She sighed as she shut the door behind her and pulled her jacket a bit tighter around her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SkyQueene carefully approached the small courtyard where Anti M usually liked to set up shop. When she rounded the corner, she could see that Anti M was nowhere to be found and a man dressed in black leather was standing alone in the courtyard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man looked nervously around before finally spotting SkyQueene standing in the opening. “You made it,” he said. “I was afraid you might back out.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SkyQueene approached slowly, glaring at the man with a look that only one consumed with the thought of vengeance could accurately portray. “Don’t waste my time. Just tell me what you have.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He sighed as she drew closer. “Sky…it’s been over a year now. This vendetta of yours…it’s…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Within mere seconds, she drew her SMG and pointed it at the man. “Where &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; he?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With another sigh, the man started to look away, but hesitated as he looked back in SkyQueene’s direction and a shadow fell over the courtyard. SkyQueene could feel her hair begin to stand on end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Behind you,” came an all too familiar voice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SkyQueene turned in a flurry of movement, her gun pointed directly at the Algorithm. At last, she was face to face with her nemesis. She took a look at him. It was the same Algorithm that she remembered. The dark silhouette RSI, the arcing electricity. But he was weakened now, thanks to the work of TranqueThePhilosophe and the others who took out his lieutenants. She had him right where she wanted him. Watching the Algorithm carefully, she spoke to her contact. “You set me up.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Algorithm let out a diabolical laughter, the kind typically associated with the evil villain in movies. “How perceptive of you, Miss Sky. I’m sure you’ve dreamt of this very moment every night since you discovered the truth.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was a long silence, the tension between program and human palpable in the chilly winter air. The look emanating from SkyQueene’s eyes dripping with venom and hate. Minutes passed, and at last she spoke. “You were defeated. You’ve seen what humans are capable of…what do you hope to accomplish?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Despite his RSI being a silhouette, she could tell he was smirking at her. “Why, I want the same thing you do, my dear. Revenge. You see, my failure was a learning experience about your species. Each of you have claimed to want everlasting peace…and yet…your urge to rebel keeps you from it. I offered it to you, and I was fought. That…was more desirable to you than simply sacrificing yourselves for what you claimed you wanted.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SkyQueene snorted contemptuously. “There’s a difference between never-ending peace and all-encompassing genocide. If you ask any of the ones who beat you, I’m sure you’ll find that they still stand by their decision.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A large bolt of electricity arced from the Algorithm to a nearby power line as he laughed again. “I’m sure they do. That is why the decision will no longer be theirs to make.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She tightened her finger around the trigger of her SMG. “You don’t have the power. Not anymore. You’re nothing.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Partially correct. I may not be as powerful as I was, but rest assured, I have regained more than enough power to solve this problem. But more importantly, dear SkyQueene, is that you…” The Algorithm’s voice took on a more hostile, evil tone. “…are no longer a part of this equation!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Algorithm reached his hand out in SkyQueene’s direction, and a burst of white-hot electrcitiy arced out from his hand and coursed into her unsuspecting body. Her body began to twitch, writhing in painful agony as her finger reflexively tightened around the trigger, firing several rounds into the brick surrounding them. The gun falls from her hand as her body goes limp and she falls to the cold, hard ground, body still twitching as electricity courses through her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her contact had been watching the altercation as he leaned against the far wall. He straightened up and approached the Algorithm. “Was that really necessary?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Algorithm glanced in his direction before taking one last look at SkyQueene. “You should be happy for her. Now she knows what peace is.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I know…it’s just…it looked so painful…” he responded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Algorithm nodded sagely as he looked down upon the human. “Pain is always associated with a higher understanding of what surrounds us. Have you managed to locate Dr. Hoffman?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Unfortuantely…no,” said the man hesitantly as they began to walk back toward the street. “The last report we have of him is one from several months back. He allegedly contacted some folks out in Las Vegas…but I think we both know the truth behind that. Regardless, however, SP-41 is ready for deployment.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Electricity began to course around the Algorithm’s RSI as he grinned with what could only be described as a deranged happiness. “Good. Come with me...it’s time I finished what I’ve started.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SkyQueene could see the two walking away as her vision began to blur. &lt;em&gt;I’m sorry, Brian. I’ve failed you…&lt;/em&gt; That was the last thought that went through her mind before everything around her went black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 4 Feb 2009 11:16:40 GMT</pubDate>
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