I take shape in front of the tabor west hardline. I watch the code fall like heavy rain all around me. The world takes shape, as my brain, jacked into the matrix, let's the veil of this reality cover my eyes. I walked two steps and stop. Tabor's quiet, more quiet than usual. I swear I can hear a leaf fall from a tree and hit the ground because it's so silent. I walked forward a few more steps before taking the phone from my left pocket and holding to my ear, I click a button, and the phone opens. I listen to the dial tone for a few seconds before going to my list of contacts. A long list it is, I scan over the fifty, sixty some contacts on the list. Several from every neighborhood and district, including the three major contacts. I make a few calls to some of the contacts, getting some closure from the business I had from each of them. After about ten minutes, I'm back staring at the menu of contacts. I slide my thumb over the delete button, but something inside me stops me from hitting it. I shut the phone and return it to my left pocket. I slide a gloved hand through my dull red hair.  I tighten the black bandana around my face, and hyper jump up. The breeze on the way up blows through my hair, a nice cool breeze, it feels good. I can hear my leather jacket rippling behind me, as I do a front flip and land on one of the higher buildings in the area. I look over the area, and I jump from building to building for a couple hundred meters. Finally I land in front of the door of an office building, I push on the door and it swings open, I enter. The bluepills in this building are everywhere. I didn't know there was any office building this flourishing with bluepills in richland, at least not this flourishing with actual business people. The girl at the front desk gives me a funny look, she's cute, short blonde hair, dark highlights. The other bluepills in the area go on about their business. I walk up to the girl. "Where's the office for business security and money transportation?" I ask, looking at her over my sunglasses. "Floor 5. May I ask what your business is with their offices?" She must be new, giving me the floor number before asking my business like that, it's not safe. "Problems with my security." She smiles, and I nod in appreciation of the information she's given me. I walk to the elevator, trying to avoid  bumping into any of the rushing bluepills. I enter the elevator, and press the button for floor 5. A young man runs towards the elevator as it closes. "Hold it please!" He yells in desperation, I just shake my head, and watch the doors shut in his face. The doors open on floor 5, I walk out the door, the people in the office give me a funny look. Most of them are regular office workers like the others, and only three or four of them are actually dressed in the apparel of someone who works building security. I put my left hand on the left side of my belt, my right hand on the right side. They all stare at me. I draw from my belt silenced twin FM-1100 Magnums. There's a look of shock and horror on the faces of the bluepills. The few people in security uniforms reach for their revolvers, as I begin opening fire. The screams of terror could be heard from blocks away from the building, as I shoot round after round into the helpless bluepill office workers. The building security team members are the first ones to drop, turns out there were more than three or four of them, they were just hiding in the back rooms. There was at least twenty of them, means there was a lot of back rooms. One of the security members manages to actually get a shot at me before dropping, the damage from the bullet is minor. Some people run towards me and try to push me out of the way so they can get into the elevator, foolish indeed. I shot each of them before they had the chance to enter the elevator. The few remaining survivors now hide under their desks, some of the braver office workers fling supplies at my, which I dodge with minimal effort. I begin walking farther into the office, making sure to clear out the cowards under their desks, and the brave fools desperate to defend themselves. Someone I missed sprinted from under their desk and to the elevator, they make it inside, they nervously look for the L button on the panel, before they can find it, they get a bullet in between the eyes. I clear out the rest of the office. Some people were hiding under desks in the inner offices, a few more people tried to flee towards the elevator, and even fewer try to call for help, only one manages to get the call for help through, but they die before getting more than a gasp out of their mouth. I return to the elevator, I hit the L button to return to the lobby. As the doors open and I walk into the lobby, the dead bodies of the few that managed to make it into the elevator alert the office workers that my intentions there were cruel. They scream, and run, but I've all ready put away my guns. I walk out of the office building, as I exit I turn to the receptionist who told me what floor I wanted to know, and I stared at her for a second, she stared back at me, her eyes so lovely, like seas of violet crystals. She picks up the phone and dials for emergency assistance. I pull out one of my silenced FM-1100 Magnums, and shot the receiver of the phone. Her fear showed in her face, I pointed the pistol at her, something inside me stopped me from shooting her. I hear the sirens, I holser my pistol, let the door swing shut, and I hyper jump into the air. I hyper speed to the nearest hardline, and teleport out of the richland district. I see the shine of the police car lights in the distance, then i see a few meters away, an Agent possessing a demon army gang member. I teleport to downtown...

 (PE Finale, part 1)

The sun is just beginning to rise, in the matrix, it is morning.

The sun glistens over the city like a bright ruby, breaching every car and building window, and every single face, program, exiled program, bluepill, redpill, anomalies...

A  current of events flows through the city like a cape, a cape attached to the shoulders of a Zionite Operative...

The Zionite does his duty, as a Soldier of Zion, fighting the efforts of the cypherite and machine organization. The operative feels his duty to be his one true purpose. He fights the fight he's been fighting since his awakening. . .

:A small recording flashes before your matrix feed, you click on it when it flashes again, it slides over to your transmission receiver, the feed seems to be Live. It looks it was done unintentionally, but, it was meant to be done:

*DemondHunter grips the steer of his ship with all his might, he's wearing just about the same as everyone else in the real world, an old ripped up long sleeve baggy shirt, a pair of gloves, and the noisiest boots you'll ever wear, he pulls back hard, the ship barely misses a large piece of metal forming out of what is left of the earth, shaped like a shank, it scratches a pad slightly, the electricity of the pad surges only to become more powerful* "*CENSORED* it Fragz can't you go any faster?!?!! yells a frustrated and sweaty DemondHunter, "I'm trying! *CENSORED* it! I'm quick with the keyboard not with this f...Frags is cut off, "Well learn fast!!! We've been piloting this ship together for how long NOW?! DemondHunter glares at him brielfy. Look out!!! Fragz screams in panic, *DemondHunter pushes forward with all his might slamming into another obstacle and barely missing another, the transmission feed on your computer flashes, you smack it a little and it comes back again, as clear as it was before, It would seem that the feed is coming from right outside the ship, you can see the things around the hovercraft, and inside the window. It seems to be a security camera, but why would it be recording now? You wonder to yourself for a bit, then turn back to the transmission, it's important, for reasons you can't explain. "There it is! Ah, Fragz, we made it!!!" DemondHunter yells with an intense amount of excitement.

*Fragz smiles at DemondHunter, and begins tapping in controls* "Let's bring her down there, looks like a soft spot."

"Right", DemondHunter responds. He grips the steer of the ship again, "nice and easy, nice and easy you bucket of bolts."

*The large ship lands smoothly, hardly a shake the pads power down, and the exit ramp slowly opens, suspending a little before hitting the ground DemondHunter is all ready half way out of the ship before it opens. Fragz stays on the exit ramp, and watches closely. "NegativeEight!!! NegativeEight!!! It's ME! It's DemondHunter!" The yelling and yollering continues on for about twenty minutes, distress comes over you, and you sink a bit in your chair.

"James! James! It's Michael! Your Brother! *CENSORED* IT NEGATIVE EIGHT! Where the hell are you?! JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JAMES! *DemondHunter's eyes fill with tears, they come down like the same coded rain you see everyday in the Matrix, but DemondHunter's expression remains the same, "JAMES!!!" *DemondHunter crumbles, onto his knees, he falls, he yells for his little brother one more time, then fells face flat into the dirt, his eyes are bloodshot, but the tears still fall. Fragz runs over to DemondHunter, and picks him up, "Come on Boss, he's not here" *Fragz lets out a sigh fit for the sadness of the world* "I know he is, I'm not...he.....gone." *DemondHunter stumbles to his feet, wipes his hands on his pants, rubs his eyes, the redness in his eyes fades a bit, and he gets up* Let's g...*DemondHunter can't even finish before the exit ramp of the crashed ship flops open with a loud crash, the crash echos, fragz covers his ears, DemondHunter's jaw drops.* "Hey Big Brother", NegativeEight says with a grin. *NegativeEight walks downt he rest of the ramp, he's about six feet tall, young, face, tattered clothes, he couldn't be anymore than fifteen, running a ship with only an Operator. The brothers run toward each other. Greeting with a brief hug, a handshake, and some playful punches, the brothers begin to speak. "Where the hell were you? I thought you were dead" DemondHunter says, NegativeEight replies "My transmission system is shot and bugged, I keep getting an error screen, I can hardly send transmissions while in the Matrix, I'm surprised I could broadcast enough to jack in. "Where's your Operator?" DemondHunter asks, smiling the largest smile he possibly could, without hurting himself. *negativeEight looks towards the ground, a single tear falls* "He's dead...the crash killed him instantly. I've been using an automated Operator to jack in." *DemondHunter hugs his brother, and Fragz claps NegativeEight's shoulder, "Good to see you kid" Fragz finally says.

"NegativeEight, it's time, finally." says DemondHunter with a bright expression. "All ready? We can get the hell out of this place?" DemondHunter replies, "as far as we can away from it" *DemondHunter grins, NegativeEight jumps into the air, "Woo hoo!" *DemondHunter smirks and chuckles*

"We're waiting on a few supplies for a friend, I'll need your help to modify them, go get settled in, Fragz will show you around the ship." NegativeEight  responds, "Okay Bro"

*Demondhunter watches his brother and his Operator run up the ramp of his large ship, he sits on the bottom of the exit ramp and looks up, "Come on Freelancer, we're waiting on you....we can't go without those supplies".

Hello Everyone, this is NegativeEight, of Recursion, better known, and more formally known as DemondHunter, of the Syntax Server.

I have come to say goodbye to all of you, lol, again.

I've pulled this stuff before, and come back, but I mean it this time. This game has been a blast, I've been here since September Two Thousand Five, Sept. 05, holy crap.

It would of been my third year here, this september, but I have to go.

The roleplay, as me and many others have noticed, in this game, is dying, this game seems to be dying and shocking itself back to life at the same time, but it's sad to say that I am seeing too many new players get involved with the wrong old players, players, that you are probably thinking of as you read this, that make the gaming experience not so good for the rest of us. I'd like to take this time to thank all of you, for making this game as great as it has been to me. Green Code Event Team, (GCET) I'm sorry to let you down, becoming a part of your team was a great experience, although a short one. I am sorry to leave you guys so soon, and I hope we can be at peace. I cannot type all the names of people that made this game experience super excellent, because my fingers would cramp up and die, and they need a break after this two, almost three, years of MXOing. I'd like to name a few people, Starschwar, Nicho, ViralMarauder, XElite, Shickle, Koenh, okay, I can't name a few people, but everyone I've known, especially those people listed above, are just awesome. They've made this game awesome for me, in a Roleplaying sense, and a Pvp sense.

I'd like to especially thank, Voltio. You really helped me out when i joined Recursion, and although you prefer pvp, you are a talented roleplayer, in your own sense. Thanks for helping me out over there.

Also, Developer Team, CSRs, staff members working for MXO, thank you so much, for all your effort, in making this game great the way it is. You've done your best.

Good bye everyone, I most likely will be back, will be playing around a little bit, since my subscription doesn't end till sometime in August, but this is Good bye, or, a long term see you later.

Goodbye folks,

Everything, has been great.

It really has.

-NegativeEight,

-DemondHunter

Buying Price: 750K, email DemondHunter

::Beginning Transmission::

Hello Operatives...it's...me....again.

I hear little rumors and proven facts on the data node channels...the Merovingian is working on elimination of Operation Dark Storm.   Apparently, Mervy all ready has some of the storm receding...does this mean...the sun will be back again? I mean, we're mostly unaware of the condition of the skies, what if the ozone layer has been eliminated some how by the storm? I'm afraid to find out, afraid to walk outside my ship, and look at the sky, and then burn up. Not literally obviously, but it would cause damage, that would most likely lead to my death, and it's been made quite clear that it's not my time for that. Can someone...please....please...give me some news on the status of our sky, Machinists? Machines? Mervs?...anyone.....please....

Can I See The Sun Now?

-DdH

::End Transmission::

[[Ok, I plan to finally put a character on Vector this friday, and I am unsure still of what organization to join.

I do know that I am a Big RPer though ^_^ Is luvz teh Arpeh.

So I was wondering if I could get a small brief list of the RP factions and/or crews on Vector, with the org listed

It'd be appreciated ^_^

-N8]]

[[I was wondering where to post this and I saw what Catzi had done so I decided it would be the best place to post it here in Next Ren, the Roleplaying thread.

I am starting a Player Event, it will begin Friday May 9th, at 4:45 PM EST

I need people willing to participate in the event with free character slot, and for those of you who don't have a free character slot, but have a Flexible alt or main character, to send me a private message, stating if you have a flexible alt or main, or a free recursion space. All are permitted to participate

I need twelve people to sign up, send me a PM on here, I will not be counting in game emails as sign ups.

Ty]]

::Opening Transmission, *Static* ::LineClear, Message Begins:: ...

I thought I'd send this message through this channel on Data Node One, since each instance of the Mega City, in some way shape or form, has been affected by the Hunter line, well, I guess it'd be the Anderson line, but not the line of Thomas Anderson, no, the line of Bryon Anderson, the so called "Blood Line" of my Father. I say "so called" because there's only one person in our family that was freeborn, DemondHunter's...Michael's dead ex wife. The rest of us are related by code, well really just last name, according to the system we are related by code. We all have families, of the real, of the system, the bluepills that played our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, were related by code. Although most of us don't know even if these "family' members are even awake, we probably still miss them, or at least...think about them. Unlike most bluepill families, my whole family was awakened, well just about my whole family.  This code line started a long time ago, the sytem needed families though, to keep us asleep.  If you haven't guessed all ready, this is NegativeEight, James Blank, better known as James Anderson, brother of Michael. I am here to tell you the story of the oldest brother of our family, David. The archive containing his story was given to Michael three weeks after his awakening, he never opened it, until yesterday. He just sent it to me today. It was too hard for him, to talk about it, but I thought the story of David Anderson deserves to be told.  My father was an old man, his oldest son a teenager, about the age of seventeen or so, his younger son, about age fifteen, me, about age thirteen. It's been about five years, if I counted correctly, since David's awakening. He was one of the first couple awakened at the fresh start of the truce. A lot of the zionites were still pretty shook about jacking into the Matrix. David was in the first round of awakenings, so there was still enough technology to level him from the real, he was speed leveled to fifty-five in about thirty-six hours. He specialized in the use of two Submachine guns, dual pistols, rifle skills, sniping, kung fu, karate, and aikido. He spent a week studying the Zion Archive about Neo, and all the recorded happenings before the truce. A day later, for the first time, he jacked in. Although he was a neurokinetic power leveled fifty-five, he didn't exactly know what he was doing, for he was leveled in the real, and this was his first day in the field...he was alone, waiting for the arrival of fellow crewmates, from the Hovercraft, SlashCommand. It was a ten man ship, the operator, Lenyrae, the captain, HawkzSpeed, and the first mate, QuickShot, and seven others. David,  his handle DaemonHunTer, jacked in, let the code run, and looked around. He put on a pair of green tinted sunglasses, smiled, and hyperjumped straight up into the air, he landed about a meter away, not much at all. He looked up again, smiled, yelled "woohoo" and propelled himself into the air, he flew from roof top to roof top like an eagle, he was having a *CENSORED* good time doing it. He ran into a few gangs, they were no match for him, synchronized a few hardlines, just had fun. What was there to do? The world was his oyster, his cockyness and teenager ego made him think, he finally stopped moving, one last jump, from the top of tabor tower to the center of the plaza, the floor split, and cracked, blocks and shards of debree flew everywhere news stands toppled, newspaper flew, the benches fell over one of them splintered, and some of the glass windows and doors shattered, the only thing that seemed to not be damaged was him, and the hardline, he just smiled. He turned towards the hardline, and walked with his head held high, and a strong breeze hit, blew his sunglasses clean off, and a shiver went up his spine, he turned quickly taking a kung fu speed pose, everything that he had broken in his final jump was fixed, and an Agent stood there. A cold drop of sweat formed on his forehead, crawled down the bridge of his nose, leaped and fell onto the now clean and repaired concrete, it was like a raindrop, it was the only sound made, even the beeping horns and the car engines went silent with DaemonHunTer's focus on the Agent's square sunglasses, DaemonHunTer was frozen in the pose, the agent crossed his arms...shook his head and waved his finger simultaneously, and took two steps toward DaemonHunTer...

[[To be Continued]]

::The Line turns to Static, and the message closes, you wonder if there is more to the message:: . . .

[[OOC]]

Ok, well I've been thinking, for a long time, to get hacker, but I thought it'd be not worth it cuz of IL problems, but when I see my friends use Hax0r Powaz...I thought what the hell might as well....

so I was wondering, which hacker tree should I go into for combat?

Like good area hacks and IL hacks

not buffs or anything like that, violent hax0r ur *CENSORED* attacks

Lemme know which tree I need to get into

-DDH

Okay, I've been looking at all these amazing screenshots that have been edited and upgraded and enhanced and I'm like daaaaaaaaaaamn. What programs are these graphic people using? Or what do you suggest as a program for screenshot editing?

Also, I am planning to do an MXO video over the summer, but I want time to practice with a video program, what/where is a good video recorder that can be used on MXO, and can you suggest a good video editer?

Kty

-N8

Ok, I'm  NOT QUITTING....again. I just, have a lot of things going on in RL pulling me in different directions, so I am taking a break, it won't last long, but I need to put a halt on two of my player events that were suppose to be this weekend, one being the "Prototype" which is the pod RP going on in Next Ren.Recursion, and some PE some of you know about as I was working with you privately. Also, hold off on the party emails and such, I don't want to come back and get depressed when I see all the kick @$$ parties I missed ...but the real reason I guess I am making a post is because the longer I am offline the more likely my little brother will sneak his way on, so, if someone seems to NOT know who you are, I haven't gone crazy, it's just him. I'll make a notice, probably on this topic on my return, which will be soon, but answer any questions of his if you can, I doubt he'll get into any Arpeh, but just give him a hand. Again, this is just a break, and I am putting a hault on my PEs and please put a hault on party emails. Thanks

-DemonDH

H'okay...I had questions on if anyone had information about joining the SOE team, specifically, the team working on MXO ^_^.

::Opening Transmission, recorded broadcast begins, *the message you look at has some kind of secret encryption as the access code, but it's obvious that the person who had this broadcasted didn't do it upon accident* ::Starting...::

Anonymous voice: Operator!

Operator: Yes Captain?

Anonymous: What did we talk about....me and you aren't a crew, especially since there are no other crew members....we're a team, so don't call me captain.

Operator: Yes ::Z3947!V3:: *the name seems to be coded out in static*

Anonymous: I can't believe we got it this far, it took so many months of debating to get that thing from my brother, and now we have it. With the schematics of his work that he gave us, and the electro wrench battery pack, we can have this up and running within weeks!

Operator: Sir, but, if the word of this gets out, more and more people will want the process....

Anonymous: I know, and we can make more, this prototype is almost at completion....it's just...

Operator: Because it isn't the real thing, it'll be much harder to preserve the life inside it, we'll be using our own equipment...we have plenty of it, and as long as we get that shipment of miner supplies, we'll be good, but this will take much of your time in the field.

Anonymous: This is just as important as the war to me, I know we have to fight, but look at it.....the Cypherites maybe able to finally sleep peacefully.....

Operator: I understand, i'll get on the connector switch and the medical hatch, it won't take me that long...

Anonymous: Good...look at it, it's beautiful... *a picture of a schematic with the directions burnt out appears on your screen*

((picture brought to you by http://whatisthematrix.warnerbros.com , and edited lightly by me))

::Opening Transmission::

All right. We've been getting a lot of things from the "Archivist Society" lately. It seems they're book guys just trying to help us out, and provide us with more information about the Matrix, the System in which we work. I have a question, if anyone can answer, ((the recent screenshot looks BAMF!! Orange protective glass? Light colored armor? Did I mention Orange?! Anyway, looks badass gd)) what is the standpoint of the Archivist Society? Is there a way to contact them? ((This is RP question, I know OOC there isn't really, unless Rarebit decides to parade around as an Archivist ^_^)) Is their only standpoint, as far as we know, really just to education us about the history of the System, and provide us with useful and entertaining Constructs? And my bigger question, what does this SSR stand for That I've heard mentioned from the Codes given by the ARchivist SOciety?

Anyone?

::ENDTRANSMISSION:

::Opening Transmission::Emergency Encryption::

::Beginning Emergency Level Broadcast::

::Status of message:: Urgent

Operatives. NegativeEight was captured by a group of Zionites, we are not sure under whose orders NegativeEight's arrest was issued, or even if it was made official by Zion Command, but they are going to execute him. We believe the execution will take place on NegativeEight's ship, with the presence of a group of Zionites led under Lieutenant Colonel David. We're not sure who was teh first to reach NegativeEight's ship, but we know they're holding him in the Matrix, for now. We're not sure how much time NegativeEight has, or his location, in the real or in the Matrix. We believe it will be several weeks before NegativeEight's execution, but we're not sure exactly how many, but we need to hurry. We cannot have an Operative in the hands of the enemy, especially an angry enemy, who is being lead by the zealous soldier LieutenantColonelDavid. Cypherite Operatives, Machine OPs if neccessary, keep an eye out for the lieutenant, or any zionite or Neonite Operatives speaking of a trial, a prisoner, or who seem suspicious. I know there is much trouble going on, with the Intruders, and well, the on going War, but it'd help to have one more soldier back in combat for our effort. Make haste, Cyphs, please.

-Slash

The following message is completely OOC ((out of character ^_^))

Ok, I've been here a long @$$ time, since August 2005. And I didn't get into Rp till around level 18, which was around 06, since I took till 07 to hit 50....I know, daaaamn... But I always had a bad Roleplaying reputation because of some problems with the community when I first joined the game. The people that I had problems with that long while ago are almost completely gone, and the few that remain got over it, and still, my RP suffers. May I ask, is there some people still pissed about what I did has a nublet, or can I have some tips to improve my RP, because my Player Events are /dead, even with my new position on Recursion.

I mean, I know I don't RP well, but it can't be that bad, so, tips to help my PEs contain more than two friends from Syntax ~_~

^_^

-M.A.

((The following post can be taken IC or OOC))

Just wondering, I've heard alot about this Agent Skinner character, and I am really unsure about who he is ((since I joined around the middle of chp. 2.2))

Can anyone explain to me who he is, what he contributed to the Machine organization, etc?

Maybe some images? ((screen shots <3))

-DDH

::Opening Transmission, LineClear:: Message Desitation: Data Node {1}:: Message begins...

I needed some help...I tried to talking my Operator and it didn't work. Why am I thinking about her all the time now? It's been....forever....since that night...

Part 1 Of 5.

11 days before my awakening...

It was a week before my graduation ceremony, if you could even call it that. It was Friday afternoon, the ceremony was the upcoming tuesday. I was hanging out with Jon, Derek, and Sophia. We were all in the celebrating mood, we had just left the movie theatre, we had seen The Eye, it had Jon laughing at Sophia, she was spooked, and Derek not shutting up about how hot Jessica Alba was, which is true, but how long can he go on about it? We walked onto the sidewalk, leaving the movie entrance plaza, Jon making noises like a ghost, Derek saying how he was moving to California in the United States, I looked around, half listening, I looked at the City that never changes. The Mega City, the newspaper called it, I guess it was a Mega City. The size of a large island, four districts, and several small neighborhoods within each. I always wondered how far off from the United States we were, now that I think about it, there is no United States, just dead and desert. The Mega City is supposedly an island set off from the other countries and states, they call it the Mega City, me and Sophia called it City of 99. Since that's what it seemed to stay. In this city, for some reason, everyone liked things staying the same. Even us younger people, it seemed to always be 1999, even though the year was 2008, or so we thought. The few reformists that were around, were riot starters, always got taken out by the SWAT team members, sometimes, the CIA: Agents themselves. All because some new idea reformers swung by, mostly kids. The only new branches of technology that showed a glimpse in this city were the theatres, the news, and the redpill gang members, with their fancy weapons and tools.  Jon continued to ridicule Sophia for her fear, Ooh, I see dead people! Woooooo!!! Sophia replied in frustration, that's not even the right movie *CENSORED*, we saw the Eye, the Sixth sense came out years ago. Just like this city I joked. Sophia continued on, Am I the only one who was spoked by that movie? It got me a little creeped out too, I said. Jon replied, you're just saying that because she's your girlfriend, it's just a movie. I gave him a cross look, then I turned to Derek, didn't it give you a bit of a jump man, even though I was just defending Sophia, Derek replied, yeah, a little, but I was comforted, how so I asked, knowing the answer all ready. By Jessica Alba's super hotness! Are you kidding me? How can you not be comforted, she's so fine. I mean, when I graduate, I'm dumping this island, and moving to USA to marry her, for sure. I chuckled, and Sophia, crushing poor Derek's dreams, said to him, you do know she's pregnant right? Derek sighed, and said, we can look past that. All four of us laughed at that. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a strange man, sitting on the edge of the roof top. His coat was blowing in the wind, he had dark sunglasses, it was like his eyes were nothing, a chill ran down my spine. Let's get out of here guys, hit Peg's Diner. They all agreed, then Sophia added, we are NOT going to westview for a stupid diner, there's plenty of safe ones here in Vauxton. Are you joking Sophia, said Jon, despite the big city, there's more danger here then in westview, gangs are way more organized. I told Sophia I'd keep her safe, and with protest, we headed toward the subway, bought subway tokens, and got onboard. The reflection of that man reflected in the subway window, i jumped and turned around. Just the regular subway crowd. Jon looked at Sophia in sarcastic anger, look what you did to him, he's gonna' be a chick just like you now. Sophia slapped him, me and derek laughed, and we sat down, waiting for the next stop, in westview. The Conductor yelled for everyone to sit down, mumbled *CENSORED* teenagers, like usual, and closed the automatic doors.

::Chapter 1 completed::

:::Opening Transmission::Waiting, Access Code:: *****::Opening Transmission:::Waiting...Begin::

Hello Operatives. We don't talk much. I know...but I am worried...I am NegativeEight's Operator. He's been jacking in for long periods of time...he would just sit ontop of that church...his head down, his bandana around his neck, and his archer fedora pulled above his eyes, enough to form a shadow, a small shadow, but a shadow. Heh, never thought I'd be able to read code this well.....Still...he would just sit there. He only jumps down to defend people from those silly exile gangs. Then he jumps back up on that church, and sits. The only change I've ever noticed is when it rains, he takes is hat off. That's it. He just sits...That's all he ever does now...Since, that argument. He was arguing with those Machinists, seemed to be winning, now he's just...just bummed. He should be increasing his neurokinetic level, he's wise, from reading those archives, but still a freshie. There's a war going on and instead of trying to raise his NK level, he sits! It's frustrating. He could take those machinsits if he'd train...if that's why he's bummed. That was a week ago. He's been jacked out now. Just sits. Answers my questions with slight nods and quick shakes of his head. I yelled at him. Still, just the same. He sits in his room, and thinks. Comes out, eats, goes back to his room. As an operator, I'm not really sure if there is a reasoning for this. Do any of you Operatives know? He's a cypherite, is this just some pod-missing stage? I need help...he'll get upset if he finds out I'm sending transmissions through DN1...still anyone...anyone, help me?

-OperatorVek

::EndTransmission::

Greetings Operatives. I question has been in my mind since the day I joined the cypherite organization. Why the masks? I've read through the historical archives((my in character reference to movies)) several times on my computer, if you'd like to call it that. I take down the Matrix feed, and I read them, and it leaves question. Cypher never wore a mask, and I read all the minor detail, nothing. Who started the Mask trend? Who's idea was it? And do you think the Mask is what marks people as Cypherite? Many people have told me this. I think it's the organization represented by your faction ((I'm referring to the tag not that it says Machines on it ^_^)) and, or, your beliefs or agreement with Cypherism. I wonder if any of you can help answer this question?

::Opening Transmission, LineClear.::Beginning Message::

Hello Fellow Cypherites,

We've all seen it happen before. An Operative slips, hyerjumps by a sleeper, or bluepill. They run past one with hyperspeed, they go into sneak, or they're fighting another Operative, who gets shot, and disappears. Or even more frightening to the sleepers, gets back up... Some operatives do it by accident, some do it because of their lack of concern for the sleeping ones. The sleepers start to question things, how did they do that? That's not possible? They were shot, weren't they? Are...they human? Most of these questions lead to the annoying one, what is the matrix? Sometimes, the questions lead to insanity, drowning, or self awakening. I believe I have a solution that will lessen these occurrences. My solution, is Project Vodoo. There are five posts. At each post, will be a Cypherite Operative, revealing their abilities. The Operatives will disguise themselves as street entertainers. Ex-circus members, ex-magicians, ex-employees.  Each Operative will pose as a sleeper, who performs on their street. We'll start small. With flash bombs and sneak tricks. Then we'll advance slowly to the more unbelievable. Our goal, to trick bluepills into believing these occurrences are just simple magic tricks. A blink of an eye missing the secret behind the trick. At least that's what they'll think.  I believe this will assist in decreasing the amount of pod drownings, self awakening cases, and causes of insanity. Cypherites willing to help me, reply to this transmission. The street happenings will go on every weekend. I need at least ten Cypherites, in case some can't make it to their post due to problems in the real with their ship, or those *CENSORED* zionites. Send me a private transmission(PM) containing the abilities you are going to "perform", how you plan to persuade the sleepers that they are tricks, and on which days over the weekend you are planning to perform.  This will go on every weekend, or until I see a decrease in these dramatic occurrences. Reply to this transmission if you have any questions, & send me a private transmission (PM) if you are interested in "performing".

Sleep Well.

::The Transmission begins to turn to static, but stops and becomes clear. A blue code fragment appears with an hour glass symbol, which you assume means waiting::

 ::Opening Transmission::LineClear::

I hesistated before sending this transmission across the binary coded lines of the data node One.  I sat in the rain, I watched the code, and I thought. The bluepills, so comfy in their pods, so unaware of the Matrix, so fast asleep. It makes me smile, and frown. I am jealous, I guess. They're probably stressing out because of their day, what's for dinner, bills suck, money's tight, tax is too much, my boss yelled at me, my son thinks I'm lame...or does he? So many problems, yet, I'd love to have those problems in the comfort of a Pod. Not war, *CENSORED* to eat, enemies to destroy. Although the destroying part can be quite the entertainment. It makes me wonder though...is there some things we take advantage of in the real world? Somethings that we have, like sleep, that the bluepills have, that we can look forward to? I don't...I wake up everyday, jack in, protect the sleepers from the ignorant operatives of the opposing organization, I jack out, and go to sleep, and dream of slumber in a Pod...Ah, the Pod... Something's wrong though, with these people, an awkwardness in the code, it troubles me, I fear...for the bluepills...maybe a little, for myself....I need to find the source of this, "ripple"....

::The  transmission ends, the line turns to static, and the signal becomes untraceable::

((wanting to purchase the Piece of the Blue Sky hat, since no one seemed to have or want to sell the shirt.

Contact me IG email. NegativeEight

Name Reasonable Price))

::Opening Transmission, Line Clear::

Hello Operatives! This is NegativeEight of the Cypherite organization. I've been manning a hovercraft only with an Operator, and I do believe it's time I start recruiting crewmembers. Obviously, we share the views of the Cypherite organization. I'm looking for a crew strong in belief of the Cypherite views, loyal, and strong, not just of neurokinetic level, but of strength in the real. We have some extremist views. If a bluepill's body is forcing itself awakened, we terminate the bluepill. Quickly and painlessly, the pain of being awakened will be much more than this. We enforce the bluepill on those making a choice, we believe the bluepills cannot fully understand without seeing the real world, and since we can't show them without the redpill, we shall keep them Asleep. Besides this, our views are in agreement with the Cypherite views. Send me a transmission while jacked into the Matrix ((in game email)) if you are interested in joining the crew. Minimum neurokinetic level ten. The transmitted application must be in the following format...

Handle:

Bluepill name: (first and last)

Gender:

Previously joined crews:

Neurokinetic level:

Time as a Cypherite:

Thank you for your time, good slumber to you.

Lieutenant Colonel David's ship was attacked by a crew of Cypherites, one Cypherite was indentified as NegativeEight. Lieutenant Colonel David's crew was killed, and the power on his ship was lowered. Neoteny was able to locate David's ship, jack him out, and transport him back to New Zion. As for NegativeEight, he has not yet got into trouble with the zionites for his deeds...

((This is a PE, my first on Recursion. I want it to have 8 chapters, so 7 more to come. During the PE i'm going to develop a PET called Bloody Fist. Those interested in playings chars in the event or joining the PET contact NegativeEight in game email))

-Anonymous

((Oy I feel like a SUper noob asking this, trying 2 get this girl a trial account for matrix online, how do i get it for her? the download thing is trying to get her to buy it))

::Opening Transmission, source untraceable:::SystemF>>>::Opening::

Again, each organization makes a move on the chess board. The spectating Operators sit in worry, some exercising in the real. Even some operatives work out and use target practicing gear. I, being a spectator, watch in question as each operative, moves their piece. Each controller, each officer, each Leader. It's puzzling, the ocean waves still turning, I wait still. It is not time to reveal my indendity....I will sit and wait.....just wait...

::ERROR:::Message Untraceable:::Closing::Now:: dataNode1....::TransmissionClosed::

::Opening Transmission::Unaccessible::UnknownLine, Opening::

Hello Operatives, after scanning over data node one, I did a quick glance over the Matrix feed, and found this. Two bluepills talking...well, see for yourself.

ReadyRoger0112: Hey Jack. Did you hear what happened today?

JacksAttack01: Mm, no?

ReadyRoger0112: The chick Syndey, in our physical education class, was dragged away five minutes before class by some Federal Agents.

JacksAttack01: LOL! You're serious? That's funny *poop* dude.

ReadyRoger0112: Lol, yeah, it kind of is, it was the class *CENSORED*!

JacksAttack01: Lol, Syndey?

ReadyRoger0112: Lol yeah...but that's not the only thing. Today, there was some dude in a trench flipping over cars. I turned away, and felt like, an earthquake, then he was gone.

JacksAttack01: Was it jackie chan dude? Ya know he has powers.

ReadyRoger0112: No, some white guy.

JacksAttack01: Weird, I've been seeing some weird stuff too dude. this 1 guy was jumping rooftops.

ReadyRoger0112: Glad I'm not the only one.

JacksAttack01: Think it's like, a gov experiment gone loose?

ReadyRoger0112: Maybe. *CENSORED* it, those gang bangers are fighting again outside. I better sign off. My mom won't let me watch, but if they shoot a powerline again, I might get surged.

JacksAttack01: I told you to move out of mara man.

ReadyRoger0112: I know man, peace.

I know it doesn't seem like much, but I think we should keep an eye out, at least for Roger...

::Transmission cuts clean, untraceable::

The Source? Pfft... I've passed this door a hundred times, and I come to find out it's the most important place in the Matrix... go figure. -Freelancer117. Aha, Freelancer117, your humor always did, well, heh, humor me. Peace and Safety, Freelancer117, ViralMarauder, Starschwar, and all others who didn't think me to be totally and completely insane. ((NOT LEAVING. It's ARPEH!...moving about though....alts, etc.)) I'm sure I'll see you again, some day, later...one day. Until then, I think my recycled bits and frags, are most useful, in the Source.

::Opening Tranmission::Clearing Line:: disconnection to Source:: Transmission successfully forwarded to Data Node One::

The bluepills....when something goes wrong....they drown...they die...they commit suicide. When they lose their minds, they can't find a reason, they die. What causes them to drown? They go psycho, they lose their grip of reality, if they were awakened in the real, they'd obviously spill into the water waste, if there was no ship to pick them up, obviously, they'd drown. But, when they are still jacked into the Matrix, still, plugged in, what causes them to drown? We've all unfortunately seen it before. They can't breath, they fall over dead. Do they wiggle in their pod and knock out their breather? Or, do they pass out while jacked in.....what happens that causes a bluepill to drown in their pod? I know it happens...but how exactly?
::LineCut, FeedClosed::

Date: Friday 1/25/08. Time: 4:45PM-11PM EST.

Rules: ((This is an EPN/ZION VS Cyph/Machine only event))(merv event will come later, if this one succeeds) ALL participants must flag. ((except the DJ, and me, I nd 2 take screenshots for a bit)) Each organization requres. 1 leader, 2 sub leader, 3 patchers. Leaders/Subleaders will be indentified by a clothing piece which will be named closer to the event date. Patchers MUST FLAG. No area buffs, or area heals. Patchers are there for reviving, you must remained flagged so load another tree to defend yourself.

 ((Event will take place at camon heights, rules when to begin and end will be given, do NOT flag until notified to start))

Leader: 8 reconstructions. Subleader: 7 reconstructions: Patcher: 6 reconstructions. Operatives: 5 Reconstructions. ((YOu WILL Be monitored on your reconstructions. You will be notified when getting close to your max amount of recons. You must leave the area when you reach your recon limit.))

((This is a ROLEPLAYING/PLAYER VERSUS PLAYER event. NO BUFF CLOWN SUITS! If you are wearing buffs they must match in a representable or combat looking manor. None of the purple/yellow suit, brown jacket, and cowboy pants nonsense please))

((Territory Claim: This is an Rp version. The last organization standing, or the first team 2 get the other org's leader/subleader to die. (hit max recons) wins. The territory of camon will be RP CLAIMED by you. To keep territory claimed, 2 Operatives must be present there, at least on weekends, from your org. This is an RP thing, no power hungry kicking OOC ppl or new players who don't know *CENSORED* 2 do.))

((see if this works out THIS TIME))

*code flashes, the view becomes clear, the demond beast runs to a enclosed area in union park. He approaches a figure in shadow, with bright red glowing eyes.  He stares at the figure's eyes, bows, and begins to speak* "Master, I refuse...I will no longer do work for you anymore. What you say is not the truth. DemondHunter, the owner of the RSI, the dead man, wasn't all bad, he had a purpose, although it was clouded, he still had one. I believe in his death I'm suppose to pick up his work. There's always room for mercy, and forgiveness, demond's belief in his God, has showed me such. I am going to work for the Machines. It will take much work, to gain the trust from the Operatives, if I ever get it, to get respect from the liasions, and to prove to the Programs I will serve as a fine Machinist Soldier, but it will be done. *the figure's eyes glow more vibrantly, it speaks* "You stupid fool, you are nothing without me. The humans cannot accept you, you're not DemondHunter, you're the crap he left behind. A corrupted RSI, now turned virus filled shell....I am the only one who can use you, the others you are useless to. Our work is putting things forward, the Operatives do NOTHING" "You are wrong, DemondHunter has not only left a shell, with great potential and abilities, but he has left a burn mark, a burn mark that lets me know of hope. You can't take that away from me, and the human Operatives are more accepting then you think, some of them even work with programs, some even protect them. "We shall see..."

*The building shakes, the figure disappears, and DemonD runs out, in enough time to be safe from the falling wreckage* "I need to call Freelancer117...he knows to know about...this...and....the the line cuts, opens into static, then nothing but a low pitched beep*

::Clearing Transmission Line:: Alternating Code Current, none retraceable...Cutting Line source::Opening ::Unknown::ERROR::

If the Matrix is shutdown, safely, the emergency rout human death free yada yada blah blah way, the humans is survived. This is what I hear EPN plans to do, and Zionites seem to be getting comfy with the neonites, so my qeustion remains the same as the question of my brother. What do you plan to do, when the sleepers go wakey wakey. There are fields, endless fields, of pods, of humans. Babies, men, women. All of them awake. Where will you get such a surplus of food to feed these men, women, babies, children...How many zion therapists do you have to treat these awakened men, women, and children...who have just been torn from their vary reality. Hmm, you wish to shut the Matrix down, and keep the humans alive...yet, you almost have no plan for the future of these newly awakened ones...SO tell me Zion, what is your plan, if you succeed and get all of these humans out...tell me if you know what you're going to do under those circumstances...unless of course, you haven't figured it Out...

::CUTLINE::