Soluma joins Alsos in carrying out liaison duties for us. She brings a creative mind and great depth of experience to her role. If you see her, you would do well to heed her advice. :: Ghost
Hi all,
Figures they'd make me do something like this. Cost of the job, I guess, being a public figure.
Not that I'm not used to it. I've been a singer in the City for years. You've never seen how crazy people can be until you become famous for something as simple as standing in front of them and letting lose a series of tones and words for them to hear. It felt like I was a well in a desert city, giving an endless and easy stream of water to a parched and thirsty people. They never got tired of listening to me.
Some assumed I didn't feel likewise in return. It's not that I didn't like mingling with people after the performances. I just never felt part of them, as if I was someone revered for having a tremendous skill, though I knew every one of them that I spoke to had some equally worthy skill of their own. I didn't quite know what to make of this. It was one of the few things in my life that wasn't either black or white.
I knew I never wanted to do anything but sing to these people, and I knew there wasn't enough of my voice to go around all those clubs everywhere in the City, so I agreed to release an album. I lost track of the numbers it sold, since I never really did care.
How I came to hear about the Matrix and the red pill is a subject I've never spoken of, nor have I even sung about it, at least not overtly. It happened years ago, in a rather unfortunate event. I kept my eye on what went on with the red pill for a while after that. We knew about it, us performing types. People were throwing around all kinds of meth and mescaline, and still are, most likely. I kept well away from it all, but the red pill caught my attention. It was a while later that I finally tracked down a woman named Niobe and asked her exactly what the red pill caused. It was widely rumored to be a suicide drug, and I wanted to know why.
As an answer, she offered it to me. I wasn't foolish enough to accept her cryptic response--that one cannot know what it does until one takes it--so I demanded a further explanation. That's when she called in a man named Ghost.
He definitely had a way with words. I took in everything he said, and better than that--I understood it. All his references to Descartes and Plato made sense, and once he satisfied my curiosity and Niobe allayed my fear of what might happen if I took the pill itself, I made my decision.
Something seemed right as soon as I woke up, as if what I saw was the first truth I had ever really seen, and I knew it right away.
I had no desire to go back. I had left behind my music, and the newspapers all said I was dead anyway. Another tragic musician lost to drugs and suicide. Senseless speculation. I smiled at the irony.
Ghost gave me a few of his favorite constructs to use while the Logos was away. I had to stay in Zion for training while the rest of the fleet went off to to fight the war against the Machines. It wasn't long before I was ready to join a crew, but the Logos was only big enough for three. Niobe suggested kicking Sparks off to make room, but Ghost convinced her to do the more practical thing and not allow any more recruits onboard. I checked to see if the Nebuchadnezzar was offering any positions, but Morpheus refused to let anyone but Link join the crew. Not that I ever really liked him all that much. He struck me as a bit too single-minded. I've always been firm, but I've always at least recognized what's true and false, what's right and wrong, what's black and white.
Once the war ended and the Truce took effect, positions opened up everywhere. I signed on to help Ammit free new recruits from the Matrix. Ghost's clear explanations during my own extraction helped me to clarify what exactly it was that we were doing, and many a druggie realized what they had gotten into and promptly took the bluepill.
I wasn't much good for anything else until Niobe and Ghost recommissioned the Logos with a few expansions and put out requests for liaison officers. My neuralkinetic levels have never been nearly high enough for combat, so the job seemed to suit me well.
There's not much else to say about me. I'm always willing to do what I can to help Zion's interests, through whatever means that may be. So if you ever need a hand, or if you just want to say hi, don't hesitate to speak up. I can't guarantee that I'll always have something to say, but that's just who I am and what I do.
Hi all,
Figures they'd make me do something like this. Cost of the job, I guess, being a public figure.
Not that I'm not used to it. I've been a singer in the City for years. You've never seen how crazy people can be until you become famous for something as simple as standing in front of them and letting lose a series of tones and words for them to hear. It felt like I was a well in a desert city, giving an endless and easy stream of water to a parched and thirsty people. They never got tired of listening to me.
Some assumed I didn't feel likewise in return. It's not that I didn't like mingling with people after the performances. I just never felt part of them, as if I was someone revered for having a tremendous skill, though I knew every one of them that I spoke to had some equally worthy skill of their own. I didn't quite know what to make of this. It was one of the few things in my life that wasn't either black or white.
I knew I never wanted to do anything but sing to these people, and I knew there wasn't enough of my voice to go around all those clubs everywhere in the City, so I agreed to release an album. I lost track of the numbers it sold, since I never really did care.
How I came to hear about the Matrix and the red pill is a subject I've never spoken of, nor have I even sung about it, at least not overtly. It happened years ago, in a rather unfortunate event. I kept my eye on what went on with the red pill for a while after that. We knew about it, us performing types. People were throwing around all kinds of meth and mescaline, and still are, most likely. I kept well away from it all, but the red pill caught my attention. It was a while later that I finally tracked down a woman named Niobe and asked her exactly what the red pill caused. It was widely rumored to be a suicide drug, and I wanted to know why.
As an answer, she offered it to me. I wasn't foolish enough to accept her cryptic response--that one cannot know what it does until one takes it--so I demanded a further explanation. That's when she called in a man named Ghost.
He definitely had a way with words. I took in everything he said, and better than that--I understood it. All his references to Descartes and Plato made sense, and once he satisfied my curiosity and Niobe allayed my fear of what might happen if I took the pill itself, I made my decision.
Something seemed right as soon as I woke up, as if what I saw was the first truth I had ever really seen, and I knew it right away.
I had no desire to go back. I had left behind my music, and the newspapers all said I was dead anyway. Another tragic musician lost to drugs and suicide. Senseless speculation. I smiled at the irony.
Ghost gave me a few of his favorite constructs to use while the Logos was away. I had to stay in Zion for training while the rest of the fleet went off to to fight the war against the Machines. It wasn't long before I was ready to join a crew, but the Logos was only big enough for three. Niobe suggested kicking Sparks off to make room, but Ghost convinced her to do the more practical thing and not allow any more recruits onboard. I checked to see if the Nebuchadnezzar was offering any positions, but Morpheus refused to let anyone but Link join the crew. Not that I ever really liked him all that much. He struck me as a bit too single-minded. I've always been firm, but I've always at least recognized what's true and false, what's right and wrong, what's black and white.
Once the war ended and the Truce took effect, positions opened up everywhere. I signed on to help Ammit free new recruits from the Matrix. Ghost's clear explanations during my own extraction helped me to clarify what exactly it was that we were doing, and many a druggie realized what they had gotten into and promptly took the bluepill.
I wasn't much good for anything else until Niobe and Ghost recommissioned the Logos with a few expansions and put out requests for liaison officers. My neuralkinetic levels have never been nearly high enough for combat, so the job seemed to suit me well.
There's not much else to say about me. I'm always willing to do what I can to help Zion's interests, through whatever means that may be. So if you ever need a hand, or if you just want to say hi, don't hesitate to speak up. I can't guarantee that I'll always have something to say, but that's just who I am and what I do.
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