From the perspective of GQubed - Faction leader of Exodus
Is it human to fear change?
I'm not talking about fear as if the bogey man was under your bed, but the intense distress and anxiety that perpetually accompany any kind of change in our daily lives. Is this hardwired into our DNA, or is it simply another system of control that our minds have not yet become aware of?
That word control, I had spent many sleepless nights wrestling with it. Some things were simply beyond our control, on the surface, in the real world. Weather, for instance, is far beyond the realm of my control. The weather has been a significant problem concerning our attempts at reclaiming the surface. Acid rain kills crops, scars workers and delays things on a daily basis. Some kind of new flu epidemic has sprung up in the northern sector of our Reclamation Zone, and everyone has been pulled out of the area until further research can be done. Our attempts to communicate with the Machines on this issue have gone unanswered and we fear they knew about the virus to begin with.
I have no control over the Machine response toward my operatives inside the Matrix as well. The tension is building and some of the dreams and goals that I have had may need to be put on hold because if the Truce does break, my people on the surface will die first when the Sentinels return.
Many good operatives have been lost in and out of the Matrix. Machines act just as brutally as the Merovingian if they catch you in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I have one of my leading Captains in a bunk back in Zion thanks to their thoughtless acts.
Many of the lost have been casualties of The Real, and the still unknown dangers that lay further out. Their loss means more to me than just the individual man or woman. I am a faction leader and must look at the overall loss of training and equipment, as well as the emotional aspect of losing a friend.
It is in times like these, when we feel totally Out of Control, that we must look for the things that we can control. It was with this thought in mind that I called upon an old friend with an offer.
I watched as Foxxdie appeared next to me, in Vauxton West, his RSI taking a few seconds to fully recompile. He was dressed differently than usual, unmatched and wearing a bandanna instead of his usual "black on black" ensemble. His demeanor had also changed, I couldn't tell for sure, but something was bothering him.
I thought about my life as a Redpill, and everything that had transpired to get me where I was. I closed my eyes for a second and the memories flashed like pictures, in a mental slide show. The pod towers, where I first opened my real eyes; the Oracle and her cookies; Morpheus and his bombs; the Agents; Neurophyte; the Assassin; the Sleepwalkers; the Cypherites and even E Pluribus Neo and the Kid. Foxxdie was in many of these mental snapshots, and his friendship had been important to me no matter what turns his personal beliefs had taken. When I stepped off the Revenant for the last time, a part of me stayed with it, and when an act of sabotage destroyed it; a part of me died in the wreckage of that great ship. First thought to be dead, Foxxdie survived and he eventually found a new Revenant, so that the name that had been fighting for Zion since the beginning should live on.
I turned to Commander Foxxdie and saluted, then said. "I think it's time for us to come home. "
Is it human to fear change?
I'm not talking about fear as if the bogey man was under your bed, but the intense distress and anxiety that perpetually accompany any kind of change in our daily lives. Is this hardwired into our DNA, or is it simply another system of control that our minds have not yet become aware of?
That word control, I had spent many sleepless nights wrestling with it. Some things were simply beyond our control, on the surface, in the real world. Weather, for instance, is far beyond the realm of my control. The weather has been a significant problem concerning our attempts at reclaiming the surface. Acid rain kills crops, scars workers and delays things on a daily basis. Some kind of new flu epidemic has sprung up in the northern sector of our Reclamation Zone, and everyone has been pulled out of the area until further research can be done. Our attempts to communicate with the Machines on this issue have gone unanswered and we fear they knew about the virus to begin with.
I have no control over the Machine response toward my operatives inside the Matrix as well. The tension is building and some of the dreams and goals that I have had may need to be put on hold because if the Truce does break, my people on the surface will die first when the Sentinels return.
Many good operatives have been lost in and out of the Matrix. Machines act just as brutally as the Merovingian if they catch you in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I have one of my leading Captains in a bunk back in Zion thanks to their thoughtless acts.
Many of the lost have been casualties of The Real, and the still unknown dangers that lay further out. Their loss means more to me than just the individual man or woman. I am a faction leader and must look at the overall loss of training and equipment, as well as the emotional aspect of losing a friend.
It is in times like these, when we feel totally Out of Control, that we must look for the things that we can control. It was with this thought in mind that I called upon an old friend with an offer.
I watched as Foxxdie appeared next to me, in Vauxton West, his RSI taking a few seconds to fully recompile. He was dressed differently than usual, unmatched and wearing a bandanna instead of his usual "black on black" ensemble. His demeanor had also changed, I couldn't tell for sure, but something was bothering him.
I thought about my life as a Redpill, and everything that had transpired to get me where I was. I closed my eyes for a second and the memories flashed like pictures, in a mental slide show. The pod towers, where I first opened my real eyes; the Oracle and her cookies; Morpheus and his bombs; the Agents; Neurophyte; the Assassin; the Sleepwalkers; the Cypherites and even E Pluribus Neo and the Kid. Foxxdie was in many of these mental snapshots, and his friendship had been important to me no matter what turns his personal beliefs had taken. When I stepped off the Revenant for the last time, a part of me stayed with it, and when an act of sabotage destroyed it; a part of me died in the wreckage of that great ship. First thought to be dead, Foxxdie survived and he eventually found a new Revenant, so that the name that had been fighting for Zion since the beginning should live on.
I turned to Commander Foxxdie and saluted, then said. "I think it's time for us to come home. "
