Archival Science Databanks
Communications intercept. Transmission detected Tue 23rd of Sep 2008 at 11:03 AM by Othinn. Communique follows:
Caboclo Message 1
Anome was pod-born. But something was wrong with his Mother. She didn't buy the Matrix. She knew it was unreal.
But she mistakenly thought all the people in it were unreal, too. Including her son--Anome. She'd talk to him sometimes as if he were a spy, inhuman, a device. She'd contrive to hurt him in a deniable way--"accidentally" dropping him, letting him touch the stove burner, or fall off a porch. His screams meant nothing.
Caboclo Message 2
It wasn't all one way. She'd shake it off, love him despite everything. We need to love. The next day she'd tell him he's a machine, a robot. She'd slap and pinch and twist his fingers--then tell him he wasn't really feeling pain, just acting like it hurts to control her. Robots can't hurt.
Her husband and therapist would threaten to take him, and she'd shape up. She was afraid of being institutionalized. But it never lasted.
Caboclo Message 3
Then one day, when he was six, she tried to pull him with her as she jumped off a bridge. "It's not real, sweetie. We're going to a real place." He wrestled free and watched her fall.
A Redpill who kept watch for likely recruits--kids who didn't conform to the Matrix--running through the social welfare system approached him, explained in the standard way we do to kids, and gave him a red pill.
Caboclo Message 4
But Anome misunderstood. He thought he was going to see his mother again in the better place. He wanted to, despite all, because he was a six-year-old kid. For a couple of years he thought she'd turn up, somewhere in Zion.
Slowly he fit in, buried the trauma deep. But the liberating effects of the elixirs have brought his psychoses back up. He's getting back for everything she did to him. Nobody's safe.
Caboclo Message 5
Stop him. He is at the building above the Creston Heights North hardline, on the balcony. Kill him. But first, kill me.