(( Not yet sure exactly where I'm going with this ))
Dissever lay on his bunk in the Federation Outpost. He listened, and could hear nothing. Well nothing past the usual sounds of the Outpost running; the unit that was heating his quarters, the sounds of the various processing units throughout the compound that oxygenated the air, purified the water and operated the automated defense systems. He knew that Maia was resting, having prepared the Horsemen for departure. They hadn't seen another soul in many, many days. The merits of the Outpost seemed to be lost on the new Federation Captains. Dissever wondered if they even knew of its existence.
He found he had been wondering a lot of things lately. He knew the stories of crop fields of old; there were remnants of the records in Zion, and of course the yearly ritual of eating bread, bread grown and made from grain long harvested and carefully stored. Dissever had grown up in the Matrix and was well aware of the geography of the Earth, provided the machines had been accurate. Zion's scouting reports indicated that the current land mass was not dissimilar from that which Dissever learnt as a boy inside the Matrix. And this pondering had got him thinking about the mountains of the world. Those like Everest, the tallest peaks. Wouldn't those high points reach above the ferocious skies? He had decided it was time to find out. The only thing left to arrange was a meeting with those that remained with the Federation, to explain this goal and ask if any wished to join him. He expected that most would remain close to Zion and 01; close to the Matrix.
Maia, his operator and closest friend, had been adamant that she would join Dissever, insisting that he could hardly function the hovercraft without her. Dissever had smiled and been very grateful for that. She awaited him as he carried out this final task.
Dissever's head rested on the support that housed his personal jack, the line that would connect him with the Matrix. He reached over to his right and entered the commands on the Auto Operator, plunging the jack into his head and him into the whiteness of the construct. Checking his grey suit and adjusting the purple tie around his neck, he checked his ammo in case there was any trouble, and then turned to a small console on a pedestal which rose from the white at the level of his feet. He selected a jack in location; Camon Central, and hit Jack In.
His senses blurred as the world rushed around him, and for a moment he felt an intense disorientation, before his eyes showed the falling code of the Matrix. Immediately he reached for his cellphone.
Dissever lay on his bunk in the Federation Outpost. He listened, and could hear nothing. Well nothing past the usual sounds of the Outpost running; the unit that was heating his quarters, the sounds of the various processing units throughout the compound that oxygenated the air, purified the water and operated the automated defense systems. He knew that Maia was resting, having prepared the Horsemen for departure. They hadn't seen another soul in many, many days. The merits of the Outpost seemed to be lost on the new Federation Captains. Dissever wondered if they even knew of its existence.
He found he had been wondering a lot of things lately. He knew the stories of crop fields of old; there were remnants of the records in Zion, and of course the yearly ritual of eating bread, bread grown and made from grain long harvested and carefully stored. Dissever had grown up in the Matrix and was well aware of the geography of the Earth, provided the machines had been accurate. Zion's scouting reports indicated that the current land mass was not dissimilar from that which Dissever learnt as a boy inside the Matrix. And this pondering had got him thinking about the mountains of the world. Those like Everest, the tallest peaks. Wouldn't those high points reach above the ferocious skies? He had decided it was time to find out. The only thing left to arrange was a meeting with those that remained with the Federation, to explain this goal and ask if any wished to join him. He expected that most would remain close to Zion and 01; close to the Matrix.
Maia, his operator and closest friend, had been adamant that she would join Dissever, insisting that he could hardly function the hovercraft without her. Dissever had smiled and been very grateful for that. She awaited him as he carried out this final task.
Dissever's head rested on the support that housed his personal jack, the line that would connect him with the Matrix. He reached over to his right and entered the commands on the Auto Operator, plunging the jack into his head and him into the whiteness of the construct. Checking his grey suit and adjusting the purple tie around his neck, he checked his ammo in case there was any trouble, and then turned to a small console on a pedestal which rose from the white at the level of his feet. He selected a jack in location; Camon Central, and hit Jack In.
His senses blurred as the world rushed around him, and for a moment he felt an intense disorientation, before his eyes showed the falling code of the Matrix. Immediately he reached for his cellphone.