Collaborating Chaos. A sight as beautiful as it is horrendous.
But it raises the question; What do we really see?
For a while, my senses were too inept, too erratic to see the Matrix for what it was. So many years around the surface, exploring, visiting sites of human history, had their effect on me. I jacked into the Matrix, and saw only broken shells of buildings, destroyed signs, scarred landscapes. The Matrix was the victorious enemy and it appeared to me, at the time, as the defeated foe. It was bittersweet. On one hand I beleived we had won, that we had been victorious time and time again over the system. But conversely I was constantly reminded that we had nowhere to go, that the only existance we had was a broken husk of a world, ravaged by both man and Machine, cast into oblivion by those with the power to save and destroy.
It is an irony in itself that I show such disdain for my own kind. Regardless, I find it disgusting that some Operatives who I have fought alongside still see only through the sights of a rifle. Those who saw the Matrix for what it was before I was able to, they had the power to save from this prison, and yet they chose instead to bicker with one another, and fight. Always bringing death and misery, but never offerring hope.
And all this from the mind of an Operative they call mad. I sometimes believe the prognosis was wrong. Perhaps I'm saner than the average Operative. Perhaps I see the path forward, but cannot attain it. Or perhaps I do not want to, I'm as human as the next, driven by the quest for self glory and to build to destroy.
Collaborating Chaos. As beautiful as it is Horrendous.
-PBlade
