I had been one of the rare cases. In my former life, I was an internationally acclaimed actress/model. My name was Veronica Talos, and I had HUGE ambitions. I had starred in three movies, and made oodles. I had graced the covers of FHM, Stuff, and Maxim. I had calendars, future movie contracts, a plush penthouse in Hampton Green, several cars, clothes…the list goes on. I had dated the likes of Clive Owen, Colin Farrell, Tom Cruise, and Ben Affleck, just to name a few. Men the world over wanted my body, and had it, in some form.
Then, one night in the Mega City, I happened to be driving home, when HE ran across the street. Morpheus. That swine. He had set off one of his “code bombs”, and I happened to be caught in one of the blasts. I woke up in my pod with a start, and the rest, well, the rest doesn’t matter. I was “saved” by the crew of the Phantom, and became a redpill in the cause of Zion.
However, the Machines knew how high profile I was in the Matrix. They offered me a chance to return, provided I could eliminate the crew. They were being watched for their affiliation with Morpheus. They had been aiding his efforts, and the Machines wanted them out of the picture. Unfortunately, there was a truce to consider, so I was the perfect choice for the job.
Betrayal is never an easy thing. There are endless complications, and most of the time, the rewards are few. However, there are times when the reward’s so great that you just can’t stop yourself.
The plan had been simple, but unfortunately, I had encountered…complications. The boys were going in to hunt some Machinists, but I acted sick. Captain Obvious (obvious in that he wanted to bed me the first chance he got), in his kind, caring way, excused me from my duties. That just left me and our Operator, Pietro. For weeks, I had been coming on to him, making him want me more and more, until I had his total trust. I simply walked up behind him in his chair, put my face near his and nuzzled him. He was shocked, but didn’t say a word as I went to kiss him. That’s when I slit his throat.
From there, it was just a matter of pulling each plug, 9 in all. Unfortunately, no one had told me about the failsafe system our good Captain had installed on each chair. In the event of a “premature jackout”, two radio signals were sent from the ship; one went on a narrow band to Zion, the other was a wideband to all HvCFTs in the area. This also activated a complete lockdown of the ship, preventing the saboteur/s from making their escape. I did the captain first, and that’s when the plan went to **bleep**.
I was locked in the core with loud alarms and bright sirens. A booming voice came over the intercom, shouting repeatedly at me, “Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!” It was only a matter of time until the ship was boarded and I was taken into custody.
On the way back to Zion, an operative interrogated me. She bombarded me with questions, each one more damning than the last. It was clear how much contempt she had for me. Had it not been for the camera in the interrogation room, she probably would have beaten me to death. She didn’t get it.
Most people just wouldn’t get why I did what I did. That’s because they didn’t have it like I did. They’ll never know what it was like to be rich and adored by so many people. They’ll never know the bliss I had when I was still me. Most of them had boring, working class lives, with boring, working class problems. I lost everything the day Morpheus crossed my path.
Now, I sit here in this cell, waiting for the end. The judge was swift to pass sentence. Before I left the council chambers, Councilor Haman asked me a question.
“None of it is real. It’s all just an illusion. What would possess you to murder ten human beings?”
In the end, there was only one thing to say.
“It’s my choice, and I made it.”
Then, one night in the Mega City, I happened to be driving home, when HE ran across the street. Morpheus. That swine. He had set off one of his “code bombs”, and I happened to be caught in one of the blasts. I woke up in my pod with a start, and the rest, well, the rest doesn’t matter. I was “saved” by the crew of the Phantom, and became a redpill in the cause of Zion.
However, the Machines knew how high profile I was in the Matrix. They offered me a chance to return, provided I could eliminate the crew. They were being watched for their affiliation with Morpheus. They had been aiding his efforts, and the Machines wanted them out of the picture. Unfortunately, there was a truce to consider, so I was the perfect choice for the job.
Betrayal is never an easy thing. There are endless complications, and most of the time, the rewards are few. However, there are times when the reward’s so great that you just can’t stop yourself.
The plan had been simple, but unfortunately, I had encountered…complications. The boys were going in to hunt some Machinists, but I acted sick. Captain Obvious (obvious in that he wanted to bed me the first chance he got), in his kind, caring way, excused me from my duties. That just left me and our Operator, Pietro. For weeks, I had been coming on to him, making him want me more and more, until I had his total trust. I simply walked up behind him in his chair, put my face near his and nuzzled him. He was shocked, but didn’t say a word as I went to kiss him. That’s when I slit his throat.
From there, it was just a matter of pulling each plug, 9 in all. Unfortunately, no one had told me about the failsafe system our good Captain had installed on each chair. In the event of a “premature jackout”, two radio signals were sent from the ship; one went on a narrow band to Zion, the other was a wideband to all HvCFTs in the area. This also activated a complete lockdown of the ship, preventing the saboteur/s from making their escape. I did the captain first, and that’s when the plan went to **bleep**.
I was locked in the core with loud alarms and bright sirens. A booming voice came over the intercom, shouting repeatedly at me, “Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!” It was only a matter of time until the ship was boarded and I was taken into custody.
On the way back to Zion, an operative interrogated me. She bombarded me with questions, each one more damning than the last. It was clear how much contempt she had for me. Had it not been for the camera in the interrogation room, she probably would have beaten me to death. She didn’t get it.
Most people just wouldn’t get why I did what I did. That’s because they didn’t have it like I did. They’ll never know what it was like to be rich and adored by so many people. They’ll never know the bliss I had when I was still me. Most of them had boring, working class lives, with boring, working class problems. I lost everything the day Morpheus crossed my path.
Now, I sit here in this cell, waiting for the end. The judge was swift to pass sentence. Before I left the council chambers, Councilor Haman asked me a question.
“None of it is real. It’s all just an illusion. What would possess you to murder ten human beings?”
In the end, there was only one thing to say.
“It’s my choice, and I made it.”
Message Edited by Soulfire1 on 10-21-2005 12:36 AM
