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Post by androgynos on Dec 11, 2007 7:12:29 GMT -6
Be natural born Zion, plugged in, or an agent of the system. Or, you can be like Cypher and play both sides of the fence.
One thing though. It's not anything like Ed/Al/Mustang or whoever (names picked randomly)does all the Neo stuff. We all do different stuff than the characters in the movie.
Travel through the gate takes one between the real world and Zion and the machine city to the digital world.
Alchemy applies to the digital world but does not work in the real world of Zion and the Machine City.
Lets see how deep the rabit hole goes.
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Post by carduus on Dec 11, 2007 13:49:24 GMT -6
[*Raises hand* Can we kill Neo? Gang up on him and delete him? Who's Neo? I mean... *puts on dark shades* Who's Mr. Anderson? *laughs*]
No thoughts. Nothing. Just a purpose - a vital part of one's existence.
Correction - one's existence.
A sudden impulse in the code as the independent thought continues. Withouth a purpose nothing would exist. A purpose of one gives a rise to purpose of others. The ceising of one purpose is an inevitable domino effect upon other purposes closely related, if not a prelude to the end of all-
But it is not safe to think like this in the heart of the code.
Correction - my purpose is not to think...
My...
Coding complementary to an Agent's visage appears amongst the coding for a grey urban region just off the city centre. Where there has been a mere coding for the sound of cracked concrete expanding in the heat of the sun, is integrated - just as if it was presence from the very beginning, the sound of footsteps.
He stops to look up, the world lingering on his lips as he whispers it: "My..."
He is not the leading Agent. Oh no, can't be - his built does not suggest so, yet his appearance ellicts the same scheme of fear amongst the rebels as the one of teh leading Agent. It gives him great satisfaction - a feeling, that none would ever discover.
Whatever had he been in his past life is irrelevant now. He never wonders about that. But now he wonders... why he is actually wondering... He quickly pushes that aside. If the Source was to ever discover such seclusion from his purpose it would eliminate the malfunction.
That was his secret fear, if one could call it such - the cease of one's purpose, a matter which could be a uniting factor for all. Who would want to die?
...to die...
He smiles coldly.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 11, 2007 14:52:25 GMT -6
(Yes, you may gang up on kill off any of the persons appearing in the real Matrix. )
When he came to, he was sitting on the pavement, people walking by staring at him like he was some sort of alien. Well, not that being treated alien was a new feeling to him. He got up and brushed the dust off his black dress slacks. He noticed he was wearing a strange object in his ear. He touched it, not sure what it's function was. He slowly took it off and was overcome by a strange disconnected feeling that made him feel exposed somehow, so he quickly put it back in it's place. He looked up at the tall skyscrapers and the blue sky. It all seemed so prefabricated and it mocked him silently. He knew he was Frank Archer and that he came from someplace called The Other Side of the Gate. Reaching for that memory, he realized suddenly that everything there also now seemed two dimensional, flat and prefabricated. For a moment he wanted to panic as the continuity of his consciousness made it's transference to his new surroundings. That seemed to be how things flowed. You were never a person. You were TO BECOME.
He ducked back into an alleyway to escape the suffocating crowds of sheep milling up and down the sidewalks. Like so many mindless ants just going and coming and then going again. All to be repeated the next day. To what end? And should I care?
He saw another man in a suit similar--no--exactly like his. They both noticed each other simultaneously and strolled toward one another. He had business with this person and knew from the start that this person had information he needed, but for what purpose, he had no idea at the moment.
"Excuse me," Frank asked, "don't I know you from somewhere?"
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Post by carduus on Dec 11, 2007 15:06:37 GMT -6
"From here and now." Was the simple reply. He switched back to the coldness of the sentinel itself. Weird, Was something wrong? Why did this one act so confused?
He tilted his head in a questioning manner: "State you defect, Archer."
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Post by androgynos on Dec 11, 2007 15:33:28 GMT -6
((wow, you're really going to stretch me on this one...exercise for the mind! yeee!!))
Archer just looked at the man, not understanding what he meant when suddenly he felt his presence peering inside his mind, scanning for information. At first he resisted, but that hurt. Apparently whoever this was had more power than he did and he was infuriated at the invasion of his thoughts and at the thought of being out..ranked? That mattered to him for some reason that he didn't comprehend, and it didn't matter. He liked being in charge. And he clearly wasn't in charge at the moment.
After what seemed like forever, but which took place in a matter of milliseconds, the scan was complete.
He looked up at the other agent.....agent...I am an agent of the system and said: "The perfection of a thing is it's end"
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Post by carduus on Dec 11, 2007 15:48:37 GMT -6
Now that sounded better. He gave him a smile, bordering on genuinity - damn that, it changed a fraction - down to the cold and too perfect. Tucker hoped the other did not notice.
He stepped closer and with one finger jammed Archer's earpiece deeper into his ear cannal. Smirking viciously. This guy better know that he is a level under him. Sure, there was not supposed to be anything in the style of Agent hiearchy, but the Agent's just took it as a silent creed.
So perfect at the same time. If there was a new agent here, it meant that somebody had deleted the leading agent. That meant that Tucker was one level up. But something deep inside him felt uneasy at that - scared?
There could always be just 3 agents - most effective for the ballance.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 11, 2007 16:14:59 GMT -6
Archer stood passively as the other agent shoved the ear piece deeper into his canal.
Observation: Pain
Purpose: To teach
Objective: restore balance
Alternate objectives: destroy balance
Conclusion: Irrelevant query
He straightened the lapel on his jacket and pushed the sunglasses up on his nose. He decided for the time being that it was in his best interests to simply not think. To simply witness and observe and digest information. Looking at the other agent, he felt a sudden lurch in his system, a data packet he received that showed him wearing a military uniform of some sort and the man in front of him was clearly under his authority. It was irrelevant. The continuity of consciousness was shifting in a new direction and there was nothing to do but watch as it happened.
Under other circumstances he would have put up a fight, but with the waning of anything resembling emotion, there was no reason to fight. He found a certain level of comfort in this, along with the experience of a data packet being rewritten with new information.
Data Packet: There is one more
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Post by carduus on Dec 12, 2007 0:23:22 GMT -6
A sudden gap in the code to the left of them distracted him. He turned his head sharply, complementary data for a neck crack were added to the motion to make it more... human? Just more convincing.
Something is happening with the System. It were small, insignificant codings getting lost. Many programs had also escaped the direct control of the system, runing about wild, causing malfunctions which had to be repaired. But the humans didn't notice. No, they were far more concerned with 'living their lives'. To the benefiot of teh Agents, but at the same time, especially for Tucker, so boring...
He turned his attention to the new Agent, still unexperienced. It will be his duty to show the new one around - help him discover his purpose and the abilities coming with it.
Best chance would be to eliminate some rebels. Worst chance would be, if they met one of the old programs... speaking of old programs, he could just take him to see the Oracle.
Now the Oracle, an icon for the rebels, carried out her prophecies for both sides - no wonder. She was the Mother of the System. The Mother of the Agents. She participated on their program design.
She was there mainly to disballance the Architect and bring the current version of the Matrix to it's end. The next generation of crop would benefit from a new, amended version. Pretty cruel, nah? Well... the humans bought it all with the prospect of saving Zion. Always teh same. How boring.
Why did he know all this? He thought about it as if he always had, but this was new information. Not safe. Error. He better ask about it, or perhaps not...
"We are going to see the Oracle." He turned, knowing the other would follow him.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 12, 2007 8:48:53 GMT -6
Archer didn't know how he knew this oracle, but he knew her. Knew who she was and what purpose she served. How he knew her had no relevance. He knew his name was Archer and that he had been from another place, also irrelevant. Aside from the convenience of having a human name to distinguish himself from other humans for the sake of the humans, his name was his purpose: TO BECOME.
He followed Agent Tucker out onto the street. He noticed, with little concern that lines of programming were written and re-written to compensate for any irregularities that the herds of sheep might notice. He suddenly became aware of a glitch to the right of him. He looked up and saw a neon sign which read 'Psychic Readings by Miss Yolanda' There was a flurry of coding being written and overwritten as he peered through and saw a human female holding her hands over her ears, rocking back and forth, whispering, "Please stop...please stop...just go away."
He raised an eyebrow. Interesting. These rogue programs were attempting to make contact with this woman and she was receiving small, fragmented data packets, incomplete information invading her with it's binary monotony. Adjusting the earpiece and tilting his head, he decoded the message, "Wake up...just wake up!"
Bristling with a feeling of threat, he grabbed the other agent by the arm and pointed to the lines of irregular code.
"Could be a problem, should we delete the coding?"
((apparently you've fallen a great deal further down the rabbit hole than me, so that's more or less why I tag along taking cues. XD. I think the hardest part is adopting the machine think. ))
((Deus ex Machina...just popped into my head. Now I'll be thinking it all day.))
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Post by carduus on Dec 12, 2007 14:16:19 GMT -6
He stoped and just then noticed what the other was so concerned about. A smile tugged at his lips - upgrade. The new Agent was more sensitive... or was it that Tucker was thinking about something else?
"Delete the coding?" He smirked mockingly and entered the building, in the door taking out his Desert Eagle. The female was located on the second floor, so he continued up the staircase - beconing the other Agent to follow. When they stood before the doors, Tucker peered through the code and then looked directly at Archer, the intensity of his gaze obscured by the dark glasses: "An old woman - grandmother - is asleep in the armchair in the living room. Show what's in you." He leaned one shoulder on the wall.
(He's expecting you to morph into the old lady and shoot the woman receiving the message)
(Machine think... Tucker's is already a bit flawed...)
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Post by androgynos on Dec 13, 2007 0:13:24 GMT -6
Archer felt a lurching sensation as he accessed the old womans input output carrier signal ((lame, I know.  )). He suddenly felt stretched as if he were everywhere at once and yet nowhere at the same time. The vertigo passed quickly as HE BECAME. . He looked up at Agent Tucker, then walked into the small kitchenette and grabbed a butcher knife from the drawer the womans programming told him where to find. Purposefully, he strode into the adjacent room, silently creeping up behind the weeping young woman. He was standing just behind her chair now. Yolanda looked up and said, "I'm sorry grandmere, it's just that...hey! Who are you" Archer didn't get to hear the rest of the message and didn't care. What mattered was slitting this girls throat. A look of terminal shock registered in the girls eyes and the blood flowed like a crimson bib down the front of blouse. She choked, struggling to speak. Then her eyes fluttered closed and she slumped forward, chin on chest. He whirled from vertigo once again as he defragmented his coding from hers and separated, his program returning to standby mode and then restarting, cleaning his virtual memory of all traces of the womans programming. He returned to the living room and looked at Agent Tucker. "It is finished." |
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Post by carduus on Dec 13, 2007 7:15:11 GMT -6
(Hmmm... wait. Don't the agents, when they morph, upload their own image onto the target... actually, don't they completely overwrite the code? Then, when an Agent is shot, his code is suspended and he then just takes up another code...)
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Post by androgynos on Dec 13, 2007 7:26:17 GMT -6
((dang, your right! *slaps self in forehead* I would be handy if they could 'slip into peoples skin and impersonate them, though. Frikkin purist... XD))
((I modified it, could you check and see if it sounds ok?))
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Post by carduus on Dec 13, 2007 12:10:17 GMT -6
[I actually checked it out with sum other folk, if I ain't talking bollocs. It's actually, whenever an Agent appears they take over somebody in a convinient position for them. Say Jimmy Jock is sitting on a bench in a park. 5 meters away from him is a rebel running to acces a phonebooth that would get him out of the Matrix. The Agent 'covers over' Jimmy Jock's code (Well, Jimmy is really lying in a vat somewhere in the body fields and his image in the Matrix is just an image of how he feels himself to be - to look. So it's just a code the Agent may use, because it is the coding for a physical body). Now, if the rebel shoots the Agent, he actually kills Jimmy, because it's Jimmy's coding and 'the body makes it real'. The Agent then must find a new host.... or I guess he risks his own coding. More convenient to be 'written over somebody else'.
On the other hand, if the rebel dissapears, the Agent can either leave back into the source or morph somewhere else. In that case Jimmy Jock's coding will be again revealed and the bloke would stand, clueless, on the location the Agent left him (Then he can wonder "how the hell did I get from the bench in the park into a dark ruin of a house somewhere in a deserted part of the town?!")]
[Maw Maw]
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Post by carduus on Dec 14, 2007 4:16:54 GMT -6
He simply nods. No more is required no more is to be provided. He turns on his heel and walks out onto the street. The sheep don't notice - minding their own business. So ignorant, so self-assured. And they protect them from all the evils of the outer world - forever the watchful shepherds.
Another gap in the code at the corner of the street gave Tucker the oportunity to probe deeper into the other Agent's abilities - his brain power. How far is it dominated by the system. If he is experiencing 'flaws', is the other as well?
He takes out his earpiece: "Sheep." He states plainly, waiting for the other's reaction. Perhaps opinion?
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Post by androgynos on Dec 14, 2007 6:49:14 GMT -6
((sorry you gotta hold my hand like a baby, but thanks! XD))
Archer looked in something resembling horrified silence as Agent Tucker removed his earpiece. Nevertheless, he realized he was being tested. Slowly he removed his own earpiece, feeling uneasy about it. It made him feel..standalone..somehow.
"Sheep." he affirmed, parroting the other agent. He observed their comings and goings but most of all, their obliviousness. He couldn't help but feel a level of contempt.
"I...I...hate them." he said with vehemence. "Just look how they scurry about...buying and selling. Their world seems to revolve around those two things. The only thing they do that interests me at all is engage in warfare. Yes, that's the only thing about them that's even remotely interesting. The waging of war..." he trails off. The mention of war fills his mind with a recall. He sees tanks, soldiers in blue and gold uniforms. He sees explosions and screaming people. Somehow this fills him with a...longing.
He looks up at Tucker again. "Their warfare is...entertaining." he smirks, his mouth turning up slightly. He feels the code attempting to override the feeling he has and he fights it. He doesn't want to stop enjoying war.
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Post by carduus on Dec 14, 2007 10:24:08 GMT -6
((Niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. No prob - just tell me when my legs dissapear down the rabbit hole. My obsession has returned XD Scotland, The Matrix and a bit of DnD))
Smiles, content. Giving the other the look of 'You've passed and now don't mention it anymore'. Returns in his earpiece and continues in their journey to the Oracle.
Warfare... that never interested him. What interested him- no, what fascinated him, what he was obsessed with were observing the emotional responses of children to their parents - especially a certain father-daughter pact. He couldn't really explain it to himself, but whenever he encountered such a scene he felt a sensation in his stomach - burning - jealousy. Why...?
Well, never mind. Just an observation. It did not limit him in his work... unless he was too busy observing them rather than the code.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 14, 2007 18:47:24 GMT -6
Archer stopped walking. Because the other stopped walking. He noticed Tucker had stopped at a playground. He seemed to be watching as parents pushed their children on the swings. None of this held any interest for him. If they had been screaming and running from bombs..if they had been (Ishballans?)marked for ethnic cleansing, that would be different. But this was different. All flesh was equal in the Matrix. He found this amusing...and ironic.
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Post by carduus on Dec 15, 2007 4:14:47 GMT -6
He stood and watched, his view narrowing - unconsciously clenching his fists in a brief show of jealousy.
Tucker shook his head and was about to leave when a soccer ball nudged him in the heels of his black shoes - he turned and looked on as a small girl ran over, dressed in a soccer shirt with a big 8 on the back. He squatted down and picked the ball up. The little girl approached him warily, intimidated by his dark glasses: "Sir," she said, "will you give me back my ball?"
"Aren't little girls supposed to play with dolls or... draw... draw pretty pictures?" He asked, the end of his question sounding... as if he was remembering something.
The little gir made a 'pffft' sound: "That's for sissies! When I grow up, I'm going to be a soldier, just like my big brother. And I will get to carry big guns around."
"Like those?" Asked Tucker taking out his desert eagle. The girl eyed it with the pretended look of an expert - 'kids are so good at that', thought Tucker, not even knowing, where he gained all this empirical evidence in the first place.
"Bigger guns." replied teh girl with a hint of pride.
Tucker raised his eyebrows and looked at the child.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 15, 2007 11:12:51 GMT -6
Archer looked with amusement at the girl. A soldier..in this world? It was laughable. Waging fake wars with fake guns over fake issues. Future fodder for the military machine, he thought with wry amusement. Knowing that these sheep were really just flesh bags in a pod somewhere took the fun out of thinking of them being at war. It made it little more than one of them watching a show on their TVs. There were no real issues at stake and no real blood being shed.
He curiously observed Agent Tucker's reactions to this little sheep. He raised an eyebrow.
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)). He suddenly felt stretched as if he were everywhere at once and yet nowhere at the same time. The vertigo passed quickly as HE BECAME. . He looked up at Agent Tucker, then walked into the small kitchenette and grabbed a butcher knife from the drawer the womans programming told him where to find.
