(This is a short story written from Return's perspective. I wrote
it because I wanted to challenge myself by centering a short piece
around a single word, in this case, cognition, and relate it to
something established in my mind, in this case, the character of Return
and what she would have to say about it. I don't think this is
the best piece I've written, especially for Return, but here is is
anyway.)
cog•ni•tion n.
1. The mental process of knowing, including aspects such as awareness, perception, reasoning, and judgment.
2. That which comes to be known, as through perception, reasoning, or intuition; knowledge.
There are many paths in this Matrix of ours that no one takes.
There are doors in this place that no one opens, places no one dares to
tread on with their digital feet. Places that I’m sure that not
even the “great Neo” visited in his time with us. But they exist,
and they influence us even though we don’t realize it.
A great guide told me that once. He told me that twice,
actually. Once while I sat on a bench in Uriah Industrial on a
foggy gray day as the rain fell around my black dress. And
another time as his final words escaped from his lips and his blood
poured onto the floor.
Barely anyone remembers the influence that the vampire named Invalesco
exerted onto our virtual world. He is but a fleeting moment in
our history, but an eternal entity living in my heart. The impact
he had upon my life is indescribable, and the knowledge that he
imparted was more than any other gift he could have given to me… even
the immortality that he promised me.
Yes, that’s right… he promised me immortality as a program. He
promised to trap my mind in the Matrix and let my body die. At
the time, this was a very amazing proposition. But now,
apparently people think it’s something of a joke. Like it’s
something that should be offered freely to everyone…
The sanctity of the gift has been soiled – ruined by the “vampires” of
today. They walk about, wearing their tags and following that
**bleep**… that purple haired **bleep**… They don’t know. They were never
taught like I was. They think it’s all just some sort of cosmic
joke that they can pull to look powerful. But it’s not the look
that does it, it’s what the belief is. Knowledge is always power,
and they seem to have forgotten that small aspect. It is what I
know that lets me succeed. It is not my fists, it is not my look,
it is what I know.
They strut, they think they’re special. They think they were
chosen. HA! They don’t even know their own past. They
couldn’t name 3 vampire programs if they tried. They didn’t see
what I saw. They didn’t speak with him. They don’t
know. And in their ignorance, they will never take the time to
learn. They will never know.
The Coven of Invalesco has been broken for some time, but none of us
forget what he gave to us. He imparted hope, courage, and above
all, showed us the way to rebel against those above you. Malphas
and Ookami combined couldn’t control him. They had to resort to
calling on the help of the machinists to remove him from the
picture. But… did they truly remove him?
People think that predicting his eventual resurrection is a part of my
insanity. But I am not insane… I simply see the truth. And
the truth is, if Morpheus can survive, then so can Invalesco.
The places we dare not to tread are places that are
misunderstood. Places of great wealth and partially terrible
danger. Pockets of code that are so ancient that no one can
remember how to get to them. It is there that my hopes and dreams
lie for the future. I know how a **bleep** computer works… and in
those code banks lie backups – the copies of what were once lost.
And somewhere in those banks lies the code of the true father of
redpill vampires. He is somewhere, everywhere, and nowhere all at
the same time.
I know he lies there. He told me he does. He told me to
always look toward the heavens and take what you could get. And
he told me, as his blood spilled across the floor and stained the shoes
of Masterkiller, that he would be back.
He would be resurrected.
He would… return… for us. For me.
And when he does, darkness shall fall. This I know. This I know.
it because I wanted to challenge myself by centering a short piece
around a single word, in this case, cognition, and relate it to
something established in my mind, in this case, the character of Return
and what she would have to say about it. I don't think this is
the best piece I've written, especially for Return, but here is is
anyway.)
cog•ni•tion n.
1. The mental process of knowing, including aspects such as awareness, perception, reasoning, and judgment.
2. That which comes to be known, as through perception, reasoning, or intuition; knowledge.
There are many paths in this Matrix of ours that no one takes.
There are doors in this place that no one opens, places no one dares to
tread on with their digital feet. Places that I’m sure that not
even the “great Neo” visited in his time with us. But they exist,
and they influence us even though we don’t realize it.
A great guide told me that once. He told me that twice,
actually. Once while I sat on a bench in Uriah Industrial on a
foggy gray day as the rain fell around my black dress. And
another time as his final words escaped from his lips and his blood
poured onto the floor.
Barely anyone remembers the influence that the vampire named Invalesco
exerted onto our virtual world. He is but a fleeting moment in
our history, but an eternal entity living in my heart. The impact
he had upon my life is indescribable, and the knowledge that he
imparted was more than any other gift he could have given to me… even
the immortality that he promised me.
Yes, that’s right… he promised me immortality as a program. He
promised to trap my mind in the Matrix and let my body die. At
the time, this was a very amazing proposition. But now,
apparently people think it’s something of a joke. Like it’s
something that should be offered freely to everyone…
The sanctity of the gift has been soiled – ruined by the “vampires” of
today. They walk about, wearing their tags and following that
**bleep**… that purple haired **bleep**… They don’t know. They were never
taught like I was. They think it’s all just some sort of cosmic
joke that they can pull to look powerful. But it’s not the look
that does it, it’s what the belief is. Knowledge is always power,
and they seem to have forgotten that small aspect. It is what I
know that lets me succeed. It is not my fists, it is not my look,
it is what I know.
They strut, they think they’re special. They think they were
chosen. HA! They don’t even know their own past. They
couldn’t name 3 vampire programs if they tried. They didn’t see
what I saw. They didn’t speak with him. They don’t
know. And in their ignorance, they will never take the time to
learn. They will never know.
The Coven of Invalesco has been broken for some time, but none of us
forget what he gave to us. He imparted hope, courage, and above
all, showed us the way to rebel against those above you. Malphas
and Ookami combined couldn’t control him. They had to resort to
calling on the help of the machinists to remove him from the
picture. But… did they truly remove him?
People think that predicting his eventual resurrection is a part of my
insanity. But I am not insane… I simply see the truth. And
the truth is, if Morpheus can survive, then so can Invalesco.
The places we dare not to tread are places that are
misunderstood. Places of great wealth and partially terrible
danger. Pockets of code that are so ancient that no one can
remember how to get to them. It is there that my hopes and dreams
lie for the future. I know how a **bleep** computer works… and in
those code banks lie backups – the copies of what were once lost.
And somewhere in those banks lies the code of the true father of
redpill vampires. He is somewhere, everywhere, and nowhere all at
the same time.
I know he lies there. He told me he does. He told me to
always look toward the heavens and take what you could get. And
he told me, as his blood spilled across the floor and stained the shoes
of Masterkiller, that he would be back.
He would be resurrected.
He would… return… for us. For me.
And when he does, darkness shall fall. This I know. This I know.
