About Me? That's not a question.
The real question is who am I.
My name Is Jonathan Lightfoot Imler. Well, at least that was my name, In my dream. My bluepill name. Now, I’m referred to as Warboy, The deadliest fighter within The Matrix. Who do I fight for, you might ask? That Is a question which you have to study; but I will tell you what others say I am.
Others call me a mercenary; a freelancing outlaw who works only for his next paycheck.
To a point, this is correct.
I’m a guardian. I protect the things that matter the most at the current point in time. I know your next question. How do I know I am the deadliest fighter within The Matrix?
Allow me to elaborate.
I was awakened by Morpheus, a few weeks before he began bombing The Matrix with his code-bombs. I followed Morpheus to his death and beyond. After his death, I lost who I was. In an attempt to find myself, I left Zion and joined The Machines. My work there did not last long, for three weeks later I was scheduled to become one of the first members of a group of Human Agents.
Human Agents lack the power of their Machine counterparts, but closely rival them because of their knowledge of fighting skills and their knowledge of The Matrix and Zion’s inner workings. Two weeks later, I was discharged from the Machines, with them claiming that I would become too much of a risk to The Matrix if I continued my service to them.
They requested; No, demanded that I never jack into The Matrix again.
After that, whenever I jacked in, I was hunted my mobs of the most ruthless of The Machine’s agents. I turned to the Merovingian for help and he took me in with arms wide open, willing to allow a Human to hide among his ranks. However, I paid a price for protection.
I was ordered to train his warriors to enter combat with my fighting skills. At the time, his warriors were known to very few people. They are now some of the most feared individuals within The Matrix.
They are the Dire Lupines.
The Lupines were slow to learn; They were unable to keep up with my training. None the less, they still were able to absorb some of what I was teaching them. After their training had finished, The Merovingian allowed me to stay in the construct I taught the Lupines in. The Lupines departed to assist The Frenchman, in plans I was unaware of at the time. I trained my mind in that place for 5 long months, in a dream world, with very little actual contact to The Matrix itself.
Eventually, an Exile known as The Effectuator wandered into the construct. He told me of the latest trials the people of The Matrix were enduring, and told me of the recent attack Niobe had endured. The Effectuator was searching for Niobe, and asked for my assistance. I agreed, and I was teleported back into The Matrix itself by The Effectuator. I awoke atop a building in Ueno, and proceeded to one of my safe houses to get some much needed rest.
Afterwards, I began doing some research. I discovered that for the time, I was safe in the area, but there were things that needed to be done. I had to leave, and I walked full on into the fire, knowing that dark times were ahead. I joined E Pluribus Neo knowing that the group would play an integral part in what was about to happen.
Three weeks ago, I began having strange dreams in the cold harsh reality that is the real world. I dreamt of His code-bombs, and the ensuing chaos that erupted from the aftermath. That dream inspired me, and I was forced to remove a decrepit Personal Computer from the ruins of Old Zion. I used it to combine audio that a poor soul had recorded during the chaos that His “weapons of freedom” created. I call the result the Digital Audio Code-bomb (The DAC). The tests I conducted in nearly deserted areas of MegaCity resulted in the awakening of several homeless bluepills, without the unusual side-effects produced by a normal code-bomb. If the DAC was to be played over the airwaves of MegaCity, the results would be fruitful to the cause of E Pluribus Neo.
The Kid disagrees with this method, however.
After my invention of the DAC, I ran into a snag. TaeCross, one of E Pluribus Neo’s liaisons, became obsessed with the idea of awakening as many bluepills as possible, and wished The Machines to remember the actions of my mentor. Without listening to any reason, or considering any alternative, TaeCross seemed to go mad. His obsession led him to drive away the original intention of E Pluribus Neo.
He began setting off code-bombs.
Sobra Shores fell victim first. The first code-bomb went off where bluepills frequently congregated in large numbers. The tranquil atmosphere of the church quickly changed to chaos and turmoil, and bluepills awakened in their pods to the real world. But again, there was a snag. The combination of the sudden shock of awakening to the truth and the shoddy quality of the code-bomb killed them almost instantly.
They drowned.
Perhaps it was TaeCross’ shock of awakening that caused him to go insane. Morpheus’ code-bombs instantly awakened any bluepill that witnessed the effects of the explosion; the hypnotizing effect of the infinite code awakened their minds to the truth instantly, and their pods ejected them. TaeCross’ bombs, however, were not built as well, and TaeCross’ programming skills were nowhere near as perfected as Morpheus’. TaeCross’ bombs were lethal, and many bluepills perished that day.
There was another effect that TaeCross failed to notice until it was too late: Every explosion he was exposed to weakened his RSI and the reconstruction program that make redpills nearly immortal within The Matrix. After the senseless destruction of possibly hundreds of bluepills, TaeCross perished at the hands of his own creation.
E Pluribus Neo is now a faction divided: The Kid struggles to maintain the group’s innocence, but this plan has been in motion for longer than he could have foretold. I am once again a renegade, after siding with TaeCross’ faction within E Pluribus Neo. Those who supported TaeCross have been removed from E Pluribus Neo’s chains of command, and I fear I will join those numbers soon. It matters not, however, I was there to see that what needed to happen happened, nothing more.
My strange dreams have returned. This time, a foreboding message informs me my mentor will return. How, I cannot say, but my dreams have a way of letting me know of what must be done. The number 9 is prevalent in these dreams, and although it must have something to do with his return, I know not of what it means. All I know is that one thing stands true:
My work is not finished.
The real question is who am I.
My name Is Jonathan Lightfoot Imler. Well, at least that was my name, In my dream. My bluepill name. Now, I’m referred to as Warboy, The deadliest fighter within The Matrix. Who do I fight for, you might ask? That Is a question which you have to study; but I will tell you what others say I am.
Others call me a mercenary; a freelancing outlaw who works only for his next paycheck.
To a point, this is correct.
I’m a guardian. I protect the things that matter the most at the current point in time. I know your next question. How do I know I am the deadliest fighter within The Matrix?
Allow me to elaborate.
I was awakened by Morpheus, a few weeks before he began bombing The Matrix with his code-bombs. I followed Morpheus to his death and beyond. After his death, I lost who I was. In an attempt to find myself, I left Zion and joined The Machines. My work there did not last long, for three weeks later I was scheduled to become one of the first members of a group of Human Agents.
Human Agents lack the power of their Machine counterparts, but closely rival them because of their knowledge of fighting skills and their knowledge of The Matrix and Zion’s inner workings. Two weeks later, I was discharged from the Machines, with them claiming that I would become too much of a risk to The Matrix if I continued my service to them.
They requested; No, demanded that I never jack into The Matrix again.
After that, whenever I jacked in, I was hunted my mobs of the most ruthless of The Machine’s agents. I turned to the Merovingian for help and he took me in with arms wide open, willing to allow a Human to hide among his ranks. However, I paid a price for protection.
I was ordered to train his warriors to enter combat with my fighting skills. At the time, his warriors were known to very few people. They are now some of the most feared individuals within The Matrix.
They are the Dire Lupines.
The Lupines were slow to learn; They were unable to keep up with my training. None the less, they still were able to absorb some of what I was teaching them. After their training had finished, The Merovingian allowed me to stay in the construct I taught the Lupines in. The Lupines departed to assist The Frenchman, in plans I was unaware of at the time. I trained my mind in that place for 5 long months, in a dream world, with very little actual contact to The Matrix itself.
Eventually, an Exile known as The Effectuator wandered into the construct. He told me of the latest trials the people of The Matrix were enduring, and told me of the recent attack Niobe had endured. The Effectuator was searching for Niobe, and asked for my assistance. I agreed, and I was teleported back into The Matrix itself by The Effectuator. I awoke atop a building in Ueno, and proceeded to one of my safe houses to get some much needed rest.
Afterwards, I began doing some research. I discovered that for the time, I was safe in the area, but there were things that needed to be done. I had to leave, and I walked full on into the fire, knowing that dark times were ahead. I joined E Pluribus Neo knowing that the group would play an integral part in what was about to happen.
Three weeks ago, I began having strange dreams in the cold harsh reality that is the real world. I dreamt of His code-bombs, and the ensuing chaos that erupted from the aftermath. That dream inspired me, and I was forced to remove a decrepit Personal Computer from the ruins of Old Zion. I used it to combine audio that a poor soul had recorded during the chaos that His “weapons of freedom” created. I call the result the Digital Audio Code-bomb (The DAC). The tests I conducted in nearly deserted areas of MegaCity resulted in the awakening of several homeless bluepills, without the unusual side-effects produced by a normal code-bomb. If the DAC was to be played over the airwaves of MegaCity, the results would be fruitful to the cause of E Pluribus Neo.
The Kid disagrees with this method, however.
After my invention of the DAC, I ran into a snag. TaeCross, one of E Pluribus Neo’s liaisons, became obsessed with the idea of awakening as many bluepills as possible, and wished The Machines to remember the actions of my mentor. Without listening to any reason, or considering any alternative, TaeCross seemed to go mad. His obsession led him to drive away the original intention of E Pluribus Neo.
He began setting off code-bombs.
Sobra Shores fell victim first. The first code-bomb went off where bluepills frequently congregated in large numbers. The tranquil atmosphere of the church quickly changed to chaos and turmoil, and bluepills awakened in their pods to the real world. But again, there was a snag. The combination of the sudden shock of awakening to the truth and the shoddy quality of the code-bomb killed them almost instantly.
They drowned.
Perhaps it was TaeCross’ shock of awakening that caused him to go insane. Morpheus’ code-bombs instantly awakened any bluepill that witnessed the effects of the explosion; the hypnotizing effect of the infinite code awakened their minds to the truth instantly, and their pods ejected them. TaeCross’ bombs, however, were not built as well, and TaeCross’ programming skills were nowhere near as perfected as Morpheus’. TaeCross’ bombs were lethal, and many bluepills perished that day.
There was another effect that TaeCross failed to notice until it was too late: Every explosion he was exposed to weakened his RSI and the reconstruction program that make redpills nearly immortal within The Matrix. After the senseless destruction of possibly hundreds of bluepills, TaeCross perished at the hands of his own creation.
E Pluribus Neo is now a faction divided: The Kid struggles to maintain the group’s innocence, but this plan has been in motion for longer than he could have foretold. I am once again a renegade, after siding with TaeCross’ faction within E Pluribus Neo. Those who supported TaeCross have been removed from E Pluribus Neo’s chains of command, and I fear I will join those numbers soon. It matters not, however, I was there to see that what needed to happen happened, nothing more.
My strange dreams have returned. This time, a foreboding message informs me my mentor will return. How, I cannot say, but my dreams have a way of letting me know of what must be done. The number 9 is prevalent in these dreams, and although it must have something to do with his return, I know not of what it means. All I know is that one thing stands true:
My work is not finished.