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I'd like to see stories about the "Heaven" and "Hell" Matrix. I'd also like to see stories about Seraph, Merv, and maybe even the first "One".

Remember, the memorial service is today at 5pm MCT (8pm EST) at Camon C. Church!

I'd still like to get away from the plot of the Matrix movies and do something brand new with the Matrix series.

I'd like to see a TV series that start off with this.

The Architect: The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect. It was a work of art. Flawless. Sublime. A triumph only equaled by its monumental failure.

Then we start to see code streaming, taking shapes of buildings, etc. Basically the creation of the first Matrix. I'd like to see the first season deal with not only the Heaven, but Hell verison of the Matrix. This would introduce such characters as Seraph, The Merovingian, exiles, etc. At the end of the first season, we'd see The Architect and The Oracle sitting in his room. They're discussing what to do after the failure of the "Hell" Matrix. This is where The Oracle introduce "choice". As the Architect is ready to impliment the "Choice" Matrix, he says "Did we delete all of the programs?" and just as soon as he says that, we see The Merovingian, Seraph, and the exiles hiding out in a Construct, with the Merovingian sporting a smirk.

I'll write the second season later today.

Qwirk wrote:

Croesus wrote:
. Agent Gray could have kept the truth from us, yet he decided to inform us of all pertinent information, allowing us to get our facts straight in case of confrontations with other organisations...

Honestly, I had to hear it from Gray to really believe it.
I've always been a proponent of the "trust No One, but at least the Machines won't lie to you"
This mission just proved that 100 fold

From a story design perspective: amazing, wonderful.
Also great to see the system aware of Frenchie's backdoors for the General.

From my character's perspective.
Not sure what to think -- or if I should keep working for the Machines.

Awesome mission -- and the as for the reduction in inane comments from the operator about Pace?

You Have No Idea How Thankful I Am Or How Much I Love You Right Now!!!!!

Faboo all around

I think your character should continue to work for the machines, because all sides are capable of doing stuff like this and they probably have, so there's no real reason to switch to another org just because the machines put in a measure of control that isn't working out so well right now.

Ok this is Off Topic (sorta) but I was wondering, what do you guys look for when you read stories here? What makes a good Matrix story?

naes177 wrote:

For me, a compelling character or set of characters are at the core of a good story, Matrix or otherwise.

~V

What is your definition of a "compelling character"?

"Bye Babe, I'll be home tonight around 5!" Yelled Mr. Summers at his wife as he left for work.

"Ok dear, do you want me to pick up David or you?" Asked Kay

"I'll pick him up, he needs his shots anyways."

As Mr. Summer begins to walk down the street away from his townhouse in Mannsdale Housing Project, he looks up to the sky to see another beautiful day. He hops onto the bus to Downtown where he worked in the Historic District as a Historian. As Mr. Summer looks down the isle of the bus, he notice two characters, one female and one male dress in all black and wearing sunglasses. "What is with these people wearing sunglasses, I swear." He takes his seat in the middle of the bus and looks out the window as he watches the sights pass him by.

The male picked up his phone and spoke in a low hush tone of voice, "We have him in sight, this is the guy with an eye for detail and excessive memory." "No wonder he's a historian then" spoke the voice on the other side. "I want you two to follow him and make sure no harm comes to him."
"Yes sir"

As the bus stop at the Historic District, Mr. Summer and the two characters got off. He crossed the street to get away from them, and walks into his office. "Hey Alice, are our security guys in yet?"
"Yes they are sir."
"Good, because I think I am being followed by two people, I want them to keep an eye out."
"Ok, I'll let them know."
Mr. Summer walks into his office, and set down his briefcase and logs into the office's mainframe. "Ok, let's see what we have to do today...." Sean quietly type away on his computer, not aware of what is happening outside.
"Ok, we have the subject inside the building, we need to secure this place and make sure that neither the machines or merv. interfere." spoke the man into the telephone. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, one of the security guard morphs into Agent Johnson. "You are not authorized in this area."
"Ahh crap, Alicia, go in there and protect him at any cost, he is ready to be free, he must be freed!"

Agent Johnson runs towards the male, and Alicia runs into the building. "Stop, you can't come into this area, SECURITY!" screams Alice as Alicia runs past her. Alicia runs up the stairs and down the hall to Mr. Summer's office, she bust in and locks the door behind her.
"What are you doing in here, this is a private office lady!"
"Ok, look we don't have alot of time here so please just listen to me!"
"Oh you bet your *CENSORED* we don't have alot of time, I'm calling security!"
Alicia pulls out her gun and shoots the telephone. Mr. Summer jumps back to the wall.
"You're nuts lady, you are freakin' nuts!"
"SHUT UP! Now look, you can either come with us, and save yourself, or you can stay here and die."
"Well the fact that you bust in here, and that you shot my phone, I'd think I would rather stay here and take my chance!"
"The Agents are coming, get him out of there!" Alicia heard over her blue tooth headset.
"You're coming with me."
She grabs Mr. Summer and they proceed to run through the window, jump out of the office.
"What the hell is going on, is this some kind of sicko suicide crap?!" Mr. Summer screams as he notice the ground coming up.

All the sudden Mr. Summer feels a strange sensation come over him, and he reappears into an old building, Alicia and Mr. Summer hits the floor. Mr. Summer scrambles to his feet and runs away from the group of people, and h pulls out his cellphone and dial 911. "Hello Police, police?!" However, no one answer on the other side.
"Ok, now this day started out pretty *CENSORED* well, but now it has turned into a freakin' nightmare, now someone either explain what the hell is going on, or I am seriously going to jump out this window!"

Suddenly a man in a white suit and black trench coat step forth. "I am sorry for the roughness of the way we brought you here, but we brought you here for a reason. Tell me, have anything ever seem out of place to you?"
"Well not really, I mean I may see some things out of the corner of my eye, but I usually just mark that up me seeing things."
"You're not seeing things, Those things that you see, they are only visible to those who know the truth."
"What is the truth?"
"Your life, your wife, child, are all a lie. You've been living in a computer simulation that is designed to enslave the mind."
"Ok there buddy, better lay off the crack. look, I'm not interested in any drugs, all I'm interested in is getting home. Thank to you guys, I'm probably going to be docked a day's pay."
"Your home is a pod, where your body is hooked up to a series of tube and you're in a warm pink goo."
"Uh huh, ok, so if this really is all a computer simulation, that's designed to enslave the mind, then how come you guys know about it?"
"Because we've been freed, and we've spent most of our time freeing others. All I am going to present to you is a choice."
"Well you can take your choice and shove it, I am not buying this and I don't need this crap!"
"Ok that's enough" said a male member of the group. All the sudden three males separate from the group and grabs Mr. Summer, they tie him to a chair and force a red pill down his throat.
"HEY! What are you doing?! Oh my, I feel funny.... What is GOING ON?!"

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Aboard a Hovercraft, Mr. Summer awakes on a hospital bed, with people surrounding him. The male in the white suit is yelling at the three that forced him awake.
"What....where am I?"
"You're in the real...."
"Wha...."
Mr. Summer passes out on the table.

To be continued.....

Darminian wrote:

I just hope this isn't more anti-epn sentiment that is beyond their control - thats right i said their.

Darminian

Now if it was, would I have the leader chew out the three guys that forced the pill into my mouth?

Morphesu wrote:

Something about The Trainman?

I bet we find out how the Merv. is getting the Commandos in here, which is through the Trainman.

((This is a continuation of my earlier story, http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/..._id=36300008494 ))

Downtown: “So you’re telling me that the War is over, but Zion and EPNs are still trying to free people, why?” Ask Mr. Summer “Because these people did not ask to be in here, they need a choice, and we bring them that choice,” answered Vitol, his mentor.

Mr. Summer has been awakened for two months now. Within those two months, he’s trained in Kung Fu, Coding, and Hacking. So far, Kung Fu was his favorite. He was able to strike down anyone in his hovercraft in mere seconds. Even though his knowledge of The Matrix, and how to operate inside of it has increased, there was still something missing in his life. He was missing his wife and son. The day he was awaken still haunted him.

“Well I sure as hell wasn’t giving a choice! Remember, three of your guys pinned me down and made me take the pill.” “That was an accident, we didn’t mean for that to happen, you have to believe me, I did not mean for that to happen.” “Try telling that to my family…” Mr. Summer said under his breath. “Follow me.”

Mr. Summer and Vitol walk over to a hardline, Vitol dials up Mannsdale Housing Project. Every time they transport to another area of Mega City, Mr. Summer still feels funny, it feels like his whole body went to sleep. In a few seconds Vitol and Mr. Summer comes out of the hardline to Mannsdale Housing Project Center. “This was your old neighborhood right?” Asked Vitol. “Yes it was, this brings back many memories, most of them happy.” Answered Mr. Summer “Go to your old house.” Mr. Summer wasn’t sure what Vitol was trying to show him, but he decides he might as well humor Vitol. He walks down to his old house, his RSI has changed clothes, but he still kept the key around his neck on a chain. He unlocks the door and slowly walks in. Everything was dark, and the place was void of furniture.
“They’re gone. They disappeared as soon as you were awakened. We aren’t sure, but we think the machines have deleted them.” Said Vitol. “But why, they aren’t programs, they’re human beings who just happen to be hooked into The Matrix.” Vitol didn’t answer him; Mr. Summer lets out a sigh and then walks over to the hardline. “Operator, jack me out.” Back aboard the hovercraft, Mr. Summer and Vitol wake up from being in The Matrix. “Let me explain….” However Mr. Summer would not listen, he walked into his chamber and locked it.

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Mr. Summer was lying on his bunk, looking at the picture of his wife and son. He knows they’re only RSI, but he still loves and cares about them. He knows they’re still in The Matrix. He just has to find them. Of course he can’t escape right now; he’s still not “trusted” enough to be let loose in The Matrix. All the sudden a message appear on his computer.

“We know where your family is, they are not dead, and they are alive. We can also offer you the real truth. If you want to know, please meet me outside your hovercraft at 2300 hours. ~Ath”

“Hmm, well it sure as hell can’t be any worse than being here.” Mr. Summer thought. At 2200 hours, the hovercraft was parked for the night and everyone was asleep. Mr. Summer gathers up his belongings and headed out. He stepped out into the cold Real, it was really cold. He put his hood up and waited. Soon a small hovercraft came up and a door opened up. “Come in.” Spoke a voice. Mr. Summer looked back at his old hovercraft and then climbs in the new one. The hovercraft takes a small access tunnel and then it stops at a cargo bay door. “This is Alpha Tango Hotel Five Zero Five.” Spoke Atheros. “Roger” responded a female voice. The hovercraft goes into the bay, and there it lands on a small pad. Atheros and Mr. Summer get out of the craft and leads him into the main area. They walk into a small kitchen with a table and four chairs. Atheros and Mr. Summer sat down and look at one another.

“We’ve been watching you, we saw what happened to you, and we’ve monitored your conversations in the Matrix. What Vitol has said to you is a lie, your family is not dead or deleted, they just simply moved to an apartment near Debir Court. The Truth is most of the people in The Matrix never know that it’s just a simulation, and really they don’t care. Let me tell you something, reality, is something you decide on yourself. I mean take faith. There’s no proof of a God, or Devil, Hell or Heaven. However, people believe that God does exist, that there is a Heaven or Hell. To them, all of that is already a reality. So remember, reality, is just what you make it.” Explain Atheros.
“Then why are they trying to ‘free’ everyone.”
“Because they think it’s a prison, they think that freeing everyone will make the world better. Have you seen what it’s like above the surface?”
“Yes I have.”
“Do you really want people to ‘awake’ to that?”
“No.”
“Now I’m not saying that I am a Cypherite, but I don’t believe in people just for the sake of ‘freeing’ them. I believe in awaking them if they will serve a purpose in this ‘reality’”.

Data rush into the room, “Ath, you, Agent Pace wants to meet you two, now.” Atheros looks at Mr. Summer, its Jack in time.” Atheros and Mr. Summer sat down in the chair and strap themselves in. “Pace wants to meet you guys at Debir Court, so I will drop you guys off at Mara Central.” “Thank you Data,” replied Atheros.

Mr. Summer and Atheros walk over from Mara Central to Debir Court. There the beautiful Agent Pace was waiting for them. “Good Morning Gentlemen, Hello Mr. Summer, my name is Agent Pace. I am an Agent program designed for human interaction. As you can see, I am more ‘user friendly’. I’m sure we’ll see more of each other in the future. The reason I have called you both here because like Atheros, we’ve noticed how Mr. Summer was extracted from the system, and we would like to extend an offer for him to tell us how it happened, so that it can be prevented in the future. After all the truce states that they must be given a choice. Hopefully Mr. Summer will join our side.” Mr. Summer looks at Pace, and studies her. Then he asks, “Where is my family.” “Come right this way.” Pace led them to a part of the apartment complex, she points up to the top deck. There, Mr. Summer sees Kayla and Daniel playing together. He wants to shout at them, but something was holding them back. Pace puts her hand on his shoulder. “If you do decide to work for us, we’ll protect them. Well gentlemen, it was nice meeting you, I must go before I attract too much attention.” Agent Pace slowly walks away from them and she unlocks a door in the small hut at the end of the court, Mr. Summer could see a white hallway on the other side. Pace enters the hallways, and then the door slams behind her.

“So, what do you think pretty good deal huh?” Ask Atheros. “I’ll do it, I want people to have a choice, and I want them protected.” “Good, so, what will your new name be?” Mr. Summer looks at Atheros in the eyes, “MetaLogic."

"The Truth" is the next installment.

http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/...mp;#36300154059

kou_urake wrote:

ThePigeonKing wrote:
Nicksie wrote:
Did anyone else have two Agent Paceseses in the part where you went to see her? I did! One you could talk to, and the other you couldn't. It was very wierd!

I didn't get that, but it seems like an Agent Pace npc left over from someone else's mission that didn't erase itself. It happens sometimes.

Ah yes... I had something like that in one of my first criticals after I joined. Specifically, Ghost was just hanging out in the middle of the Mission area (machine mission that didn't involve zion in any way, I might add)

He was spying.

So what do you guys think 7.2 hold for us?

1. The machines attack on The General base in the real will turn out to be a trap. I mean comon it's just seems too easy that they'd find the base that easy and that quick.

2. Cryptos will return, but probably not the Cypherite Cryptos. He'll probably leave the Cypherites and start planning a virtual nuke to end all virtual nukes.

3. Veil will probably still work alongside with the machines, but only until she decides it's the right time for revenge.

4. The Morpheus transmission at the HyperCube will be declared a fake.

5. Sati will still be missing.

6. Finally, the Merv will contiune to do whatever benefits them the most, which in this case assisting The General.

So, it's prediction time!

I can't wait! SMILEY

Protection & Purpose

Debir Court: Mara

MetaLogic puts an envelope on the door of the apartment in the Debir Court Apartments complex. He sniffs the air and cough. “My family deserve better than this.” MetaLogic thought as he knocked on the door. He quickly ran away and up the stairwell. He had just brought Kayla and David a Condo in Chelsea, fully paid. Included with the deed, was also a post-it note saying “I’m still around ~SSML” MetaLogic steps out into the cool air, and lets out a sigh, he wrap his coat around him and starts to walk across the apartment’s roof. Then he noticed something in the sky. Two EPNs were hyper jumping onto the apartment; they were being pursued by a Cypherite. “Stop them; they forced another bluepill to awake!” MetaLogic quickly joined the chase. He decided to get in front of the EPNs, so on the next building he hyper jumps further than the EPNS. He turned around; his trench coat swirled with him. The two EPNs stop dead in their tracks, they tried to see MetaLogic’s face, but it was covered by the system’s shade. The Cypherite jumps behind them.

“Come back here you *CENSORED* EPNs, you must give these people a *CENSORED* choice,” argued the Cypherite. The two EPNs pulled out their piston and MetaLogic wasted no time and knocked one of them off their feet. He flipped back onto his own feet and starts to land punches and kicks to the EPNs. The Cypherite pulled out his SMGs and started firing away. MetaLogic quickly jumped up in the air and gave the EPN a devastating blow to his body with rapid fired kicks. The EPN collapsed on the ground; he then took out his cell phone and pushed a red button. The EPN was suddenly gone, jacked out of the system. The Cypherite was locked in an intense gun battle with the other EPN; MetaLogic pulled out his single hand gun and fired at the EPN head. The EPN fell to the ground and he too jacked out before he could die.

“That was some nice fighting there.” The Cypherite thrust out his hand and MetaLogic shook it. “Good thing you were there or else I would’ve never caught them.”
“I was taking care of some business..” Stated MetaLogic as he took out a stick of cigarette put it in his mouth and lights it. “The name is Redalibi.” MetaLogic took a puff of his cigarette, “MetaLogic.”
“So if you don’t mind, what kind of business?”
“Family, I may be stuck in the ‘real’ but I’m still taking care of my wife and son in here.”
“Let me guess, forced awake?”
“Yep, I recently escaped them though and joined up with the machines.”
“Good man, so do you hope to be reinserted someday?”
“Of course, but I feel like right now my mission is to protect the blue pills from being forced awake.”

Before Red could finish his statement, Meta’s Bluetooth headset rang, it was Asamodai. “We need to talk, now.” “Sorry, I gotta go.” said MetaLogic to Redalibi. “Sure no problem.” MetaLogic jumped away to where Asamodai was waiting for him. “Did you just kill two EPNs?” accused Asamodi. “Yes, they have forced a bluepill awake, and that violates the Truce.” Answered MetaLogic.
“Look, you don’t know that for sure, you know, EPNs are not really terrorist.”
“Then how do you explain Dezreki, and others like him?”
“So they have a few bad seeds.”
“They’re all bad seeds; they follow around a misguided kid who would probably suck off Neo if he had the chance to.”
“Look you need to be nice to them; you can’t always be confraternal with people.”
“Hey, I only chime in after they start the fight, and what I saw were two EPNs running away from someone who caught them forcing a bluepill awake. Beside, you are a machinist Asa; you’re supposed to treat them like terrorist.”

MetaLogic walks away from Asa before he could speak again; he went to downtown and into a local bar. There he had a beer and talk to some other redpills. Then Red walks in and sits down next to him. He orders a beer from the bartender. “Thanks for your help again,” he said to Meta.
“Your welcome, my Crew Chief chewed me out over it though; he says that I have to be nice to them.”
“What? That is bunk!”
“I know, and what’s worse is that he’s a machinist!”
“He probably thinks lowly of Cypherites then.”
“He does.”
“Then why are you with them?”
“I honestly don’t know, I mean only four of the actual crews jack in half of the time, it’s not a very close organization.”
“Let me tell you what the Cypherites believe, all we really want is peace, and to protect the bluepill. We also all want to be reinserted someday, but not right now since we have a job to do. That job is to protect the bluepills from the likes of EPNs who wakes them up. Asa is seriously misguided and is walking a fine line with his engagements with terrorist.”
“Yea he is, but he doesn’t believe they are terrorist, he just believes that they are ‘misunderstood.’ What a load.”
“Hey, I’m with the Cyph group Exigence, I think we have what you’re looking for.”
“Maybe, I’ll think about it for a bit, and I’ll catch up with you.”
“Ok, thanks man.”

Red got up and left the bar, but he left his card on the bar right next to MetaLogic. Meta picks up the card and slips it into his jacket. He slips out some dollar bills and pays the bartender, puts on his Fedora, and walks out.

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“Yea I’m in Debir Court.” States MetaLogic as he ends the call to Red on his Bluetooth.
Redalibi hyper jumps down to the court and walk up to Meta, and shakes his hand.
“I see you’re no longer with the Children of the Code.”
“Yea, me and Asa had a falling out, eh, what can I say?”
“Well, we looked at your application and everything checks out, welcome to Exigence.”
“Thanks man.”

Then Red starts typing in midair, all the sudden codes start appearing out of midair and forming around the center of Red’s hands. The codes quickly form a black bandana; Meta grabs it before it hits the ground and puts it on.
“Welcome to being a Cypherite MetaLogic.”
“Thanks Red.”

MetaLogic was sitting outside on a bench in Center Park. He looks up at the gray sky and then straight forth. He watches bluepills play and laugh, he admires time. They’re still asleep, and hopefully they’ll never be forced awake from this dream world. Then a police man walked by and he dropped a folder, and disappeared. This was the drop he was waiting for. He picks up the folder and opens it up. Inside there was a profile on Freya, a redpill who was tired of being awake, tired of being away from her husband Owen. He takes the picture and studies it. He slips the picture into his coat pocket and looks at the person in her bluepill life; father Norman, and brother Fred. He then reads the description of the target. She is a beautiful woman, long dark hair with green eyes, with a tattoo of a rose on her right shoulder going down to the crest of her breast. She also carries around an Ipod and sometimes wears a coat of feathers. However the folder did not include any ways to get in contact with her. “Stupid machines, always leaving out the important details,” Meta thought as he got up.

Meta walks to the nearest Hardline and picks up the phone. He dials in Park East North Center, the one closes to the Government Building. Suddenly a green field comes over him and a flash; he’s at the Park East North Center Hard line. He’s tolerated the transport from one Hardline to the next, but it still itches. He takes out a fake ID badge and puts it on his coat. He then takes off his bandana. He walks into the Government Building and walks through security, he shows his ID badge and they wave him through. “Security is really lax if you have the right tools,” Meta thought as he got into the elevator. He pushes the button for the 55th floor. He walks into a nearby office and closes the blind. He sits down at the computer and takes a flash drive off of his neck. The flash drive contains a search program that he could use on any computer that’s connected to the Machines and Matrix mainframe. The reason being is that the program makes the two mainframes think it’s a program from the machine world. He puts the flash drive into the computer, pulls up the “Run Program” tab and runs his program. He types in “Freya” and “Mrs. Dickson”, her bluepill name. Meta leans back and watches the search; he wonders why she wants to be reinserted. The Search Program then turned up her location, she was jacked in. Meta ends the program and puts the flash drive back on his neck and walks out of the building.

In Tabor Park, Freya was throwing birdseeds for the pigeon. She has since left her crew and faction, and her real world body is residing in a machine controlled area. She knows that until she is reinserted, that she is in danger. People may try to prevent her from going back to sleep. Meta walks up to her and sits down next to her. “Are you the guy who’s going to reinsert me,” she asks Meta.
“No, I am going to help you though, my name is MetaLogic.”
“I’m Freya, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
“Why are you doing this Freya?”
“For love of my husband Owen.”
“We better get a move on Freya.”
Meta and Freya gets up from the bench and walks over to the Hardline. “Where are they Operator?” says Meta into his Bluetooth headset.
“They are waiting for you in the Kalt Chemical building in Kedemonth.” replied Meta’s operator. Meta looks at Freya, “Kedemonth Center.” Freya picks up the phone and dials in Kedemonth Center and she disappears in a flash. Meta then picks up the phone and dials in the same Hardline.

Owen is closing up his grocery shop in Sai Kung; he turns his back and locks up. He walks down the walkway looking up at the sky. “We haven’t seen the sun in awhile” he thought as he walks through the walkway. He turns a corner and then he is met face to face with a group of Gold Blood gang members. Owen froze and started to sweat. “I don’t want any trouble guys; I just want to get home.” The male members flick his cigarette and look at him. “Well there is going to be trouble, because you didn’t pay your protection money. We told you what would happen if you didn’t pay your protection money!” All the sudden the gang members pulled out their guns and open fired on Owen. Owen’s body slams into the walkway and lay there. Blood spilled out around him and the gang members walk away.

In the Kalt Chemical Towers, on the top floor, Meta watches as two Agents, Agent Jeff and Agent Sam lays Freya down on the table. Then Agent Jeff sits down at a laptop and searched for her body in the real. “We found her physical body, insert the IV.” Agent Sam hooks Freya up to the IV and then carries a bag of red goo. “Now it’s very important that you stay still for this procedure Mrs. Dickson,” instructed Agent Sam as he hooks her up. Meta takes off his sunglasses and looks at Freya in the eyes. “Sweet dreams Freya,” wish Meta as she lies down. Then a police officer walked in and whispers something to Agent Jeff. Agent Jeff then looks at Agent Sam. “Owen Dickson has been terminated.” Freya looks around with terror in her face and starts to frantically move around. All the sudden beeping is going off on the laptop. “We’re losing her signal, her mind is still separated from her body,” Agent Jeff said. “Please calm down Mrs. Dickson,” Agent Sam instructed. However it was too late, the signal was lost, Freya was dead, her RSI and body. “She is gone, find her body in the real and recycle it, we’ll dismember the code of her RSI and reinsert them into the simulation” states Agent Jeff.

MetaLogic walks out of the building and goes up to the roof. He looks up to the sky which is now clearing up and the moon poking through. He takes out Freya’s picture and looks at it. Then all the sudden it disappears in green codes. “Must’ve been a file picture, once she’s gone, the machines has no use for the data,” thought Meta. He then takes out a locket that houses a picture of his wife and son. They weren’t file photos; they were personal photos that he had in his office back when he was a bluepill. “I’ll rejoin you guys one of these days,” Meta said softly. He jumps down to the Kedemonth Central Hardline and dials in Sai Kung Central.

((For those who are interested, Freya and things surrounding her in this story is based off of the Norse Goddess Freya.))

((My girlfriend and I wrote this together, and it's from MetaLogic's wife perspective. We really should have more bluepill stories.))

An E-mail

Dear Tris,

How have you been sister, I’m doing ok. The new condo in Chelsea is great and I can’t believe it’s really paid off. I don’t know who paid for it, all I have to go on is S.S.M.L. These past few months have been rough, at first it was hard for me to even get out of bed after Sean disappeared. I don’t know what happened, our home life, marriage life, and love life was perfect. The day he left, everything was perfect. The police are looking for him, but they seem to be dragging their feet on the search.

David has been asking where his daddy has gone. Honestly, I don’t have an answer, I really don’t. There’s no body, no blood, no sign of a struggle. There was a broken window at his office, but no body at the bottom. It just seems like he just vanished. The only thing that’s keeping me going right now is David; he’s all I have left of Sean. He’s the reason I’m still here, he’s the reason I even bother getting up in the morning.

My Job at Hot Topic is going great, I really enjoy my boss, and I really enjoy the people that I work with. I also really enjoy the 10% employee discount that I get! I know it should be hard for me to work there, since Sean did buy me stuff from here, but you know what, it really does bring back good memories, and this job does pay the bills. Yes I still have the first choker that he brought me, I keep it in a gold jewelry box, and when I start to miss him, I take it out and look at it. You know what is strange though, sometimes I feel like I’m being followed by people in suits and sunglasses. They even talk into their earpiece, it’s weird.

Even though I lost a major part of my life, I still believe that he is out there. He has to be, Sean is not the kind of person to desert his family, and I know it in my heart that he would find a way to get back to me, to us. Even if he’s not in this world anymore, I do know that he is watching over us, in one way or another he is. However, if he is in this world, I will search for him, and I will pray and hope that we are reunited someday, I know it in my heart that we will be reunited.

Anyways, tell mom, dad, and all of our brothers that I’m doing ok, I’m still having a hard time dealing with the lost of my second love, but I will deal with this, I must, for David and for myself.

Love

Kayla

In a building across the street, MetaLogic has tapped into Kay’s internet. He monitors the data stream, and intercepts the e-mail. He then calls up his operator. “Take this e-mail and put it into my data storage,” commanded Meta. “Yes sir,” responded the Operator. The e-mail then disappears. MetaLogic puts his glasses back on and walks out of the office.

The next day, Kay goes to the daycare to pick up David. She straps him in the car seat in the back and climbs into the driver side. As soon as she closes the door, David ask “Mommy, where did daddy go?”
“Why do you ask that David?”
“Because a kid asks me today.”
“I don’t know where your dad is Davey, but I do know he is still out there, and he still loves and cares about you. Don’t worry; one of these days, we will be reunited as a family. "

How is she going to pay my dear Dezreki? See, unlike you Vira actually has people who are willing to stand by her and protect her from the EPNs. It's true that our questioning of you earlier didn't succeed, but I wonder. Do people follow you around because you are well liked, or for the simple fact that we are Cypherites. I really would look at why people are 'loyal' to you Dez.

Asa wrote:

Well that was real nice but...who said you could use my character? And more so, I don't appreciate being slagged off in public forums, especially with some crap covering of RP.
Nevermind though. Good riddance.

Please check your PM box on here.

That was AWESOME!

I can't get the crit. either. Which is a shame because I must get to the Choppa!!

cloudwolf wrote:

Niiiiice. Loved the music soooo much!

But yeah, feedback.
Twas short. The awesome didnt last long enough, lol.
The battle felt far too small scale, after all the build up and how long it took for the 'swarm' to get there in the story it was quite pathetic to see like 6 sentinals. I has hoped we were in for a real all out battle scene.

Unless it's explained as some kind of scout sqaud or something in the rest of the story, in which case its fine.

And err... the way those sentinals were holding those guns was cool but still looked silly to me xD

I was actually thinking the same thing. Why don't they just use their belly laser? That's right, I'm calling it belly laser.

This is a transmission I am relaying from Redalibi:

this event was awful and I'm choosing to completely ignore it. EPN brought Zion backup with them, no big deal, but they brought BLUE REZZERS to fight 2 Cypherites, that and Stromeson is a complete *CENSORED*. I wouldn't mind at all feeding him to the dogs, bye.

~Redalibi.

That was an awesome mission, and it has me a bit worried about the relationship between Cyph and Machines.

[TGS wrote:

Procurator]You mean how the Machines themselves are realising their mistake? You mean how we're gonna kill you all soon? I thought that was excellent.

Well that depends on whether or not Veil remains in charge. You do realize that we're not exactly sheep in the Cyph org. We have ways of preserving our existence.

((However, I don't think the Cyph org will be going away soon, if the Cyph org goes, then the devs should be fair and make the EPNs disappear as well, but we shall see. Hey who knows, we may actually become a full pledge org with our own controller and everything.))

((Before people get upset, I have Dezreki, Redalibi, Setunde, and Calliope permission to use their characters, so everything is on the up and up on that part.))

”Hmph, look at this, we had everything, and we threw it all away, and why, because we didn’t see the machines as equals. However, the machines didn’t kill us; they gave us a new life, a new world, a chance to start over. However, apparently that wasn’t good enough for us either,” spoke Meta as he overlooks the ruins of the city where Exigence based their operations from. The ship Pandora was docked so that it can recharge. Meta didn’t like to be away from the simulation from long, every time they had to come back in for a recharge, Meta felt like the bluepills were in danger. “Why would anyone want to be awaken to…this, I’ll never understand,” thought Meta as he walks back to his apartment. He sits down at the computer and pulls up the data on Dezreki. Dezreki is considered a terrorist within the Cypherite organization, and should be dealt with in any manner possible. Meta also pulled up data on the new civil war between Opus Neo and Holy Warriors E Zion. Meta chuckled to himself as he looks at the data.

Then the base’s operator ran into his room, “Meta, you’re wanted by a program who calls himself ‘Father’.” Meta followed the operator to the base of a broadcasting tower that was situated in several parts of the base. The operator strapped Meta in the chair and then the next thing he knows, Meta has just walked out onto Mara C. MetaLogic was wearing an all black suit, his system’s shade and bandana was gone. He walks over to the church in Mara and notice that Mass was taking place. Meta sat himself down in the back and joined in. Meta was and still is Catholic, and he knew the Mass by heart.

After Mass, Meta approached Father, “Hello Father, my name is….” “Yes I know what your name is, please come with me, we have much to discuss,” replied Father. Meta and Father walked to the rectory of the church and he sat down on an old smelly couch. Across from him is a painting of Mary and Jesus. “Tell me Meta, do you think the world as you see is black and white?”
“As far as I can tell, you can either be a blue pill, or a red pill, that’s pretty much it.”
“My son, the world isn’t that clear cut; you’re forgetting the violet pills.”
“Violet pills?”
“These are people who are red pills, but for one reason or another, still act like bluepills. They know about Matrix, but they spend 99% of their time in here.”
“Why?”
“They do it for many reasons, maybe they feel like they can’t be reinserted, or they feel like they have more control this way. Sometimes they feel like they have to protect someone or something. It’s never really clear, but what is clear is that these Violet pills are not bluepills, but they’re not exactly redpills either, they’re caught in the middle. There’s also something else I can’t figure out about them, but I can’t put my fingers on it, especially this one.”
Father took out an envelope from his coat and handed it to Meta.
“This is a violet pill that may interest you, he goes by DASIC.”
“Thank you Father.”

MetaLogic stood up, shook Father’s hand and walked out; He changed back into his normal clothes and put the Bluetooth back into his ear. Just as he did that, he received a transmission from Redalibi. “All operative, meet me in Sai Kung C for an emergency meeting.” Meta ran to a Hardline and dialed in Sai Kung C.

When he appeared at the other end, Red, Setunde, and Calliope was there waiting for him to get there. “Ok guys, we have words that Dezreki is downtown and he is going to set off another bomb, however we’re not sure if this is just a regular bomb, or a code bomb. He was last seen in Hampton Green. What we’ll do is spread out and search. We’ll all take separate Hard lines in Hampton Green and try to flush him out.” The team lined up at the Hardline and they all went to separate hardlines in Hampton Green. MetaLogic walks into a plaza and looks up at the tall towers. “Now if I was Dez, and I wanted to cause the most damage,” Meta thought. Then he turned his head to the tower that held “Paradise Lost” club. “Of course,” Meta thought as he ran into the tower and to the elevator.

He opened up the top floor and waked out. There in the hallway was Dezreki and two Holy Warriors, “Well, nice of you to join us Meta.”
“What are you up to this time Dez?” Meta asked, with a scowl on his face.
“tsk tsk Meta, you should know better, apparently you and your kind don’t learn. Tell me, how is red doing after being jumped on?” Dezreki chuckle and his team mates chuckled with him. MetaLogic was about to speak, when Dez interrupted him.
“You know that I hate this, simulation, I hate it, it’s a prison, a prison for mankind, and you know I will do anything to get rid of this prison and free my fellow man. However, I can’t do that if you Cyphs keep getting in the way, now can I? Don’t worry your little head about it though I found a way to stop you guys.

All of the sudden, Dez pull out a gun that had three prongs. “This is a gun that I’m experimenting with, it’s designed to mess with a redpill’s RSI, not only which, I could probably mess with his real body too.” Dez pointed the gun at MetaLogic, he pulled the trigger and MetaLogic was hit with electricity. The current ran through is RSI and it burned so badly. “Oh my God, what happening, Meta’s vitals are off the chart,” panicked the operator as he watches Meta’s vitals start to waver. Meta stepped away from Dez, but Dez stepped closer and burst another electric shot into Meta’s RSI. Dez was enjoying this immensely, although he never shows it. Dez shot Meta again, and again. Meta looked back and saw a window. He turned and ran towards the window and broke the glass. Time seemed to stop when he turned his body back and saw Dez looking out from the broken window.

Then, darkness, Meta didn’t feel any impact, or anything, everything was, dark…..

To Be Continued.

GQubed wrote:

Theoretically, theKid could still be the death of the Oracle. He now carries inside of him, her bullet. That might make him a tempting mark to someone looking to hurt the Oracle. I hope you keep that in mind Kid.

Hmm.....

*goes off to his evil lair*

I will be there. We must never forget our brothers and sisters my fellow Cypherites! They sacrifice so that the blues can still dream!

The machine operator needs to get laid! *nods* I am sick of his stupid voicing of his passion for Pace, maybe it's a good thing he can't jack in.

A continuation of the story from “Shocking”

“DASIC”

“He’s not here.”
“He has to be here, I mean where else could he be?”
“Well I don’t know Red, but his RSI is not here!”
“Operator, do a full scan of MegaCity for MetaLogic RSI”
“Yes sir.”

RedAlibi, Setunde, and Calliope are standing around where Meta’s RSI
should be after his fall from the building, but all they see are pieces
of glasses.

“Attention all Exigence and Cypherite operative, be on the look out for
MetaLogic, if you find him, please contact me and tell me his
location,” ordered RedAlibi on the broadcast freq.

“Operator, what are his signs like?”
“Red, they are normal, brain, health, body heath, blood pressure, heart rate are all normal.”
“Ok, so he’s still jacked in, whatever you do, do not remove his jack!”
“Yes sir”

MetaLogic wakes up, he doesn’t know where he is, he’s in a daze, but
something doesn’t feel right. He slowly stands up, he is in a fog. He
taps on his Bluetooth to try to establish connection with his crew, but
nothing, all he is getting is static. Then all the sudden, he hears
footsteps, he twist around and struck whatever is in front of him.
However before he can make a blow, the person grabs his hand and stops
him. A man in all white steps out from the fog, he is wearing a lapel
with golden wings, and he holds a black rose in his hands.

“Hello Mr. Summer”
“Ok, who the hell are you, and where the hell am I?”
“You are in a construct, which can only be accessed by a select few a few that are called Guardians.”
“Guardians?”
“We protect the Matrix, and we protect those that are in the Matrix,
some of us protect whoever we are assigned to, others like me, protect
a very specific person.”
“You’re DASIC aren’t you?”
“Yes I am, and I think you know who I am talking about to.”
“Of course.”
“Ok, so how did I end up here, and how do I get out?”
“Before I let you leave, I feel like I must give you something.”

DASIC takes out an envelope, and hands it over to Meta. Meta inspects
it, and finds a drawing of a black rose on it. He looks at DASIC and
puts it in his coat pocket.

“Well, take care Meta.”

All of the sudden, everything goes black again. Then Meta sees the rush
of green codes of the simulation. He lands hard on top of the
Government building in Park East. He taps his Bluetooth ear piece and
he could hear chatter on the faction channel.

“Red, we got him, he is in Park East, on top of the Government building.”
“Roger that operator”
“Hey everyone, I’m fine, I don’t know how the hell I ended up here, but I did.”
“Are you ok Meta?” Ask Setunde.
“I’m fine, a little disoriented right now, but it should pass.”
“Ok, well I want you to jack out and report to the Medical wing of the base,” ordered Red.
“Yes sir.”

Meta begins to walk down the stairways, and then he notice the note. He
takes it out and opens it up. He slowly reads it. He lets out a sigh
and tucks it back into his coat.
He then reaches down to the closes hardline and jacks out of the Matrix.

Back in the base, he is sitting on the medic table and being examined.
“Well, looks like everything is ok, your Jack Port hasn’t suffered any
damage, and neither has your body.” Reported the Doctor. Just then the
operator walked in.

”Tell me, how I ended up from one part of the simulation to the next without dying,” ask Meta.

“I think it happened when your RSI lost contact with your body for a
quick second, and when it tried to reposition you, it just put you
there, that’s about as close as I can figure it out,” replied the
operator.

“Ok Thanks.”

Meta walks into his room and closes the door. He sits down in front of the computer and begin doing research.

Vesuveus wrote:

A well written, concise, detailed report by Capone. However, I could write an equally elloquent essay on how the sky is gray.

Eh it's more of a black really, and the Matrix sky has this weird orange vibe going on.

Corruption Part I

MetaLogic body slams against the support beam in the Sai Kung Dojo. Setunde walks over and helps him up. “You’re getting there Meta, all you need is more work.” They both sat down to catch their breath. With the recent events that’s been happening in the simulation, the revelation that Cryptos and the Cypherite organization was another form of control by the machines, that a Morpheus has been sighting near Mara Central, and that the Smith Virus has once again appear within the simulation. It’s been nice to get some rest and just have a friendly duel with faction mates. Setunde and Meta both get up at the same time. Meta walks away from Setunde and then position his feet. “Let’s roll big guy” challenged Meta. Yes, it was nice to take a break from the hectic world of the simulation.

Kayla walks out from her bedroom. She is wearing an unusual dress, a business suit. She puts on a pair of sunglasses and look around. She takes a sniff of the air and then cough. “God the stench, it’s still here.” She slowly turns her head to David, and glares at him. “Something so fragile should not be alive.” She thought. She slowly walks out of her Condo in Chelsea, and she slowly walks out of the building. She stands in the concrete area in front and looks around. She then eyes a bluepill woman who was going about her business, and stares at her.

MetaLogic slides across the dojo mat and holds up his hand to pause the fight. He kneels down and catches his breath. Just then the Paradox operator comes over his Bluetooth. “Meta, umm, you might want to get down to Chelsea, we have a problem.” The sound of concern in the operator’s voice has Meta concerned. He rushes over to the Hardline and dials in a Chelsea hardline, Setunde follows behind. When they arrive at Chelsea they couldn’t believe their eyes. There, Kayla was attacking random bluepills and screaming at them. MetaLogic runs over and tackles Kayla and pins her to the ground. “What the *CENSORED* is wrong with her?!” exclaimed Setunde. Just then Sororitas and RedAlibi appear on the scene. “Ahh great, just what I need,” thought Meta. “Operator, run a scan on a Bluepill; Kayla Summer,” requested Red. The operator comes back “She got the virus.” Red, Set, Soro, and Meta all look at one another. “Thank you operator,” replied Red.

“So, what do we do,” inquired Set.
“Well we can’t kill her, God knows the EPNs and Zionist will never let us live that down,” stated Set.
“Seraph isn’t in the system, so we can’t count on him to do an exorcism,” commented Soro.
Just then, Meta looks into Kayla green eyes, he knows what he must do.
“Set, Red, hold her.”

Set and Red both look at one another, confused, but decide to restrain Kay. MetaLogic walks away from the group and pulls out a gun. He puts in a single bullet. He then turns around and faces the group.

“The stability of the simulation is more important, we know what we must do,” Meta explained to the group

“Please forgive me Kay,” Meta whispered.

MetaLogic pulls the handgun up and points it at Kayla. He slowly squeezes the trigger. A shot rings out in the plaza in front of the Chelsea Condo complex….

To Be Continued…..

Corruption: Part II

“How’s the virus scan coming along?”
“Almost done, so far it looks good.”
‘How much damage has been done?”
“To her body, she has some pod fluid in her system, but it shouldn’t be lethal, we don’t know about her RSI yet though.”

Red and several doctors programs were examining Kay as she lies in bed at a Cypherite stronghold. Guarding the door was Claud. Dragnflme and Setunde was guarding the entrance onto the floor.

“Wow, how did he know to do that?” asked the doctor.
“Honestly, I don’t think he did, I think he just shot her to protect the system, but apparently the virus only inhabitant a host that it perceives is still conscious.”
“Well she is latterly on life support right now, in here and out there, if we don’t come up with a plan soon, she’s going to die in a matter of hours.”

Red lets out a sigh and then watches the computer as the doctors scan over and work on the RSI.

MetaLogic bust through the opening to the Government Building and walks past the security check point.

“You’re going to need clearance!” One of the guards shouts out.
Meta turns around slowly walks up to him and grabs his throat and pull him close to his face. “You tell that Agent that I am coming up now, and he better have some god *CENSORED* answers!” Meta then shoves the guard away and walks into the elevator.

“The virus is being contained, however it has creeped into the heart of Downtown, on the plus side, the effect of the virus is severely weakened,” Smith Virologist was reporting to Agent Gray, Pace, and North. “Excellence, do you have any idea on when the virus will be completely contained,” ask Pace. “The virus will not be contained until we get rid of the codes that still reside in the simulation, even if we took out every “Smith” in here, the codes will still be there.”

The three agents look at one another and then at the Virologist. Just then the door that was leading to the board room busted up and Meta slams his fist down on the table. The Agents look at him and Gray begun to speak, however, “Don’t even say it Gray, I don’t want to hear it, you *CENSORED* agents know about this already don’t you? We had a deal!” shouted Meta.
“It is unfortunate that the virus has spread to the bluepills, especially downtown, it is not without a degree of control Mr. Summer,” stated Gray.
“All I know is this, is that first you deceived the Cypherite organization and now you are putting our deal in a serious risk!”
“We are trying everything in our power to control the virus, but it will take some time. For every Smith we delete, five more pops up. Operatives from all organization are doing their part in defeating the Smiths; however, some are more than willing to become Smith’s. While the operatives are taking care of the smiths, we are working on a solution to remove the codes from the simulation,” responded the virologist.

Meta looks around at the group, and then he lets out a sigh. “My faction and I will continue to work on Kayla, to see if we can’t get the virus out of her, you *CENSORED* agents better be working your asses off on removing the codes.” Meta takes one last look around and walks out of the room.

As soon as he walks out, he takes a bullet shot in his right shoulder. He turns to his right, there are three Smiths coming after him. He turns to face them and position his feet. He attacks the weakest one, striking devastating blows with his power hits and kicks, and when he staggered, Meta launches himself in mid air. All the sudden everything freezes and he rapidly kicks Smith in the chest, the first one falls. He then back flips to ready himself for the second one, he strikes some fast blows, too fast for the Smith to follow, and he is suddenly daze. Meta sees his chance and strikes at his throat. The Smith chokes on his throat and falls over, but just when Meta begins to strike the finishing blows, the Smith gets back up. Meta delivers powerful blows to the chest and head, and then delivers a roundhouse kick to his head knocking him over.
“You might want to hurry it up there; your health level is getting low,” said the operator over his Bluetooth.
However, Meta did not hear his operator warning. He locks eyes with the last Smith. In what seems like a split mirror, the two men strikes blows after blows to one another, without knocking each other down. Then the Smith left his chest open, Meta punches him hard and he goes flying into a wall of the building.
“Comon Meta, wrap it up, I don’t know how much longer you can hold it!”
Meta sees that this one is also staggered, he launches himself in the air again and once again delivers powerful pistons kicks to his chest which knocks him dead.
Meta rest on the ground catching his breath, “Now what were you saying?” he asked the operator.
“You always like to live on the edge don’t you?”
“Yes I do, why do you think I am a Cypherite?”

Meta walks into the room where Red, Arbuckle, and Sororitas. “So, what’s the word on her?” One of the doctors approach Meta, “We were able to get the virus out, but her RSI has been badly damage. Her only real chance of survival if we insert a program into her, a program that will make her part human and part program.” Meta looks over at Kay, and the heart monitor. “What are the chances of her waking up?”
“She cannot wake up with the program; the program will be the only thing keeping her alive in here and in the real. However, she can become ‘aware’ of the simulation and if that happens, she will still have the same powers and abilities that the redpill has. She’ll just be living in here.”
“So, how do we insert the program?”
“Unfortunately, we’re just simple doctors program, we cannot do it. In order to insert the program, you must go to the two who wrote the first RSIs, Alpha and Beta. They were the first programs to not only take on human appearances, but to also give humans their RSIs.”
“How do we find them?”
“They still reside near the source, in the white halls. As I understand it, the machines have granted you access to these white halls. Go there, and you will find Alpha and Beta.”

Meta looks at Red, and Soro, then back to the doctors. He walks over to Red and looks at him in the eyes. “I’m going to need that key Red.” Red nods and take it out of his pocket and hands it over to Meta. Meta looks around the room once more and then walks out.

To be Continued in “Corruption: Part III”

Are there any good machine factions that does RP?

Exigence- Helping people dream!

To: Fenshire
Cc:
Bb:

Subject: Re: Why Sati?

Fen, ever stop to think that maybe the reason the machines cannot replicate Sati is that Sati was created out of love between two programs? For the machines to efficiently create another "Sati", they'll have to find two programs who are in 'love' and have them create a program. However, who's to say that they'll get the same result? That is why the machines feel like they need to retrieve Sati.

~MetaLogic

Hanzyl and Gretyl wrote:

What controlled the weather before Sati arrived? you would think with her removed that system would continue to work as it functioned before her first sunrise at neos death. I believe the weather is messed cause the general is forcing Sati to do it. It's not degrading cause she is gone, it's like this cause she is doing it.

The thing is though, Sati actually improves the bluepills output with her weather, thus making the system and energy more efficient.

((Ok I finally got the last part done.))

Corruption: Part III

MetaLogic stood in the small room, in the back of a coffee house in Union Hill. He looks at the key that is supposed to unlock the door to the White Halls. He could feel the energy and the codes that make up the key. He pushes the key into the door and unlocks it. The door slowly opens in front of him, revealing a row of doors in a white hall. He steps into the hall and the door slam behind him. He slowly walks down the hall looking at every door. “Which one is the right one,” he thought to himself. Just then, he stops at a door. There was something about this one that was different from the rest. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was. He slowly turn the knob opening it. A yellow flash overcame him and all the sudden; he was surrounded by natural beauty.

It was a garden, with a river running down the middle. Trees and plants were everywhere, and blue sky was shining above. He hears giggling and laughing. Meta follows the laughter, and there he comes across two individuals, a male and female, dressed in sheepskin. They stopped and look at him. They got up and cleared their throat. Meta takes off his sunglasses and looks at them both. “I’m guessing you two are Alpha and Beta.”
“That we are, I know this must be very strange.” Beta spoke
“Yea it is exactly, not exactly expecting two programs hanging out in here.”
“Eden,” Alpha spoke, “We like to call it Eden.”
“Well, anyways, I need something from you two, there is a bluepill that I am very close to, a wife, and she needs your help. She was infected by the Smith virus, and while we were able to extract the virus, it did leave her RSI very badly damage. One of the doctors told me to seek you two for help, he said you would be able to insert a program inside her.”
“Yes that is true, but why help you, after all, if she is meant to die, then she is meant to die.”
“Yes, but the agents and I had an agreement, they would watch over her, but they failed on their part.”
“Well I’m sorry, but we cannot interfere with the process of life,” stated Alpha.

Beta look at Meta, and then she looks at Alpha, “Honey, maybe we should help, after all, we are the giver of life, we create RSIs for the humans, we’re already interfering with the process of life.”
Alpha looks at Beta, and then groans, he walks over to a clearing, and then a stream of codes swirl around in front of him, and then a package appear. He grabs the package and walks back over to Meta. He looks at Meta and then hands over the package. “Inside is the program that you’ll need to insert into her. Now for whatever reason that you decide to make her ‘aware’, there is a pill, called the Violet Pill. This will make her aware of the simulation, but will not wake her up. To make her unaware, there is the yellow pill, be sure to use these with extreme caution.”
“What about the blue and red pills?”
“The red pill will wake her up, and if that happens, then she will die in her pod. The blue pill will have the same effect as the Yellow Pill.”

Meta looks at Alpha and Beta, and he nods his head to both of them and proceeds out of the construct and into the White Hallways.

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Back at the Cypherites stronghold everyone is gathered around Kayla as the doctors begin the procedure. MetaLogic watches her and the monitors, so far everything is normal; he takes in a deep breath and sighs. “Ok, running the program, now,” one of the doctors stated.” All the sudden green codes flashes at random places on Kayla’s body, everyone watches in anticipation. Then, the heart begins to beat faster and the brain activity begins to fluctuate. “Something is wrong.”
“She’s not accepting, she’s not accepting!”

The heart continues to be faster and harder and Kay’s RSI begins to fall apart. Meta and the rest could do nothing as they watch in horror. One of the doctors rapidly enters commands into the computer, trying to halt the procedure. Then, flat line, the doctors rushes the paddles over to the body and begins to try to revive her, but the flat lines continue. Kayla Johnson has ceased all life function. Meta hangs his head and walks out of the room. The doctors look at one another and then at the crew. “It’s done, just take it all down and disassemble the RSI,” Red told the doctors. The doctors unhook Kay’s lifeless RSI from the machines and the body disappears in a cloud of green codes.

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MetaLogic stands on the roof of the Metacortex building looking over at Downtown. He takes a black rose from his pocket and looks at it, and then he tears the petals off and let them float into the wind. “At least you have peace now,” thought Meta as he watches the petal float away. Setunde jumps up on the roof and walks to Meta’s side. “You know, it’s funny, when I started working for the machines, it’s because they promised to protect her, and I joined to do the same. But as time went on, I realize that all bluepills need protecting. I’m not going to give up the fight, she wouldn’t want me to, and she’d want me to keep on fighting.” Set put one hand on Meta shoulder and they watch the storm rolls in. "Maybe, she's still out there, maybe we'll meet again."

Jax wrote:

I killed her father, I dont see why we just cant finish the job and be done with it....

Because the father is a legit target, he was a redpill and an enemy operative. However, the family, wife and daughter are not. They are bluepills, still ignorant of the simulation, they are innocences.

Fatmop wrote:

MetaLogic wrote:
###Incoming Transmission...Recursion Sector
###Establishing Link....
....
....
###Link established
###HvCFT Viraconrida // Port: 180...
###Channel Established...Begin Communication

This is MetaLogic, captain of the hovercraft Viraconrida from Exigence. I patrol the Recursion sector of the simulation. When this came up on my data strem, I was suprised and sicken. Hopefully I am not too late in relaying this message. If I understand it as of right now, the redpill operative is dead right? Even though he is dead, his bluepill daughter saw the murder and is now questioning her reality. I implore my fellow Syntax Cypherite operative to NOT harm the girl, and do NOT harm the wife. They are still bluepills, they are innocent bystander in this world. If they show sign of wanting to be awaken, do what we've always done, give them the blue pill and put them back to sleep! Once again, I Impore upon the Syntax Cypherites to NOT, I repeat, to NOT kill the bluepill family!

###Channel terminated
###Link dropped
###End Transmission

We will do whatever is necessary to make sure she does not wake up. If the thought of a premature death revolts you, consider choosing another org, and hope we don't come after you too quickly.

But I do not see anyone discussing that giving them both the bluepill, it appears that you and BlueCode are jumping straight to murder, bypassing the blue pill. The only sane voice in this whole mess would be ChloeAnn.