Protection & Purpose
Debir Court: Mara
MetaLogic puts an envelope on the door of the apartment in the Debir Court Apartments complex. He sniffs the air and cough. “My family deserve better than this.” MetaLogic thought as he knocked on the door. He quickly ran away and up the stairwell. He had just brought Kayla and David a Condo in Chelsea, fully paid. Included with the deed, was also a post-it note saying “I’m still around ~SSML” MetaLogic steps out into the cool air, and lets out a sigh, he wrap his coat around him and starts to walk across the apartment’s roof. Then he noticed something in the sky. Two EPNs were hyper jumping onto the apartment; they were being pursued by a Cypherite. “Stop them; they forced another bluepill to awake!” MetaLogic quickly joined the chase. He decided to get in front of the EPNs, so on the next building he hyper jumps further than the EPNS. He turned around; his trench coat swirled with him. The two EPNs stop dead in their tracks, they tried to see MetaLogic’s face, but it was covered by the system’s shade. The Cypherite jumps behind them.
“Come back here you *CENSORED* EPNs, you must give these people a *CENSORED* choice,” argued the Cypherite. The two EPNs pulled out their piston and MetaLogic wasted no time and knocked one of them off their feet. He flipped back onto his own feet and starts to land punches and kicks to the EPNs. The Cypherite pulled out his SMGs and started firing away. MetaLogic quickly jumped up in the air and gave the EPN a devastating blow to his body with rapid fired kicks. The EPN collapsed on the ground; he then took out his cell phone and pushed a red button. The EPN was suddenly gone, jacked out of the system. The Cypherite was locked in an intense gun battle with the other EPN; MetaLogic pulled out his single hand gun and fired at the EPN head. The EPN fell to the ground and he too jacked out before he could die.
“That was some nice fighting there.” The Cypherite thrust out his hand and MetaLogic shook it. “Good thing you were there or else I would’ve never caught them.”
“I was taking care of some business..” Stated MetaLogic as he took out a stick of cigarette put it in his mouth and lights it. “The name is Redalibi.” MetaLogic took a puff of his cigarette, “MetaLogic.”
“So if you don’t mind, what kind of business?”
“Family, I may be stuck in the ‘real’ but I’m still taking care of my wife and son in here.”
“Let me guess, forced awake?”
“Yep, I recently escaped them though and joined up with the machines.”
“Good man, so do you hope to be reinserted someday?”
“Of course, but I feel like right now my mission is to protect the blue pills from being forced awake.”
Before Red could finish his statement, Meta’s Bluetooth headset rang, it was Asamodai. “We need to talk, now.” “Sorry, I gotta go.” said MetaLogic to Redalibi. “Sure no problem.” MetaLogic jumped away to where Asamodai was waiting for him. “Did you just kill two EPNs?” accused Asamodi. “Yes, they have forced a bluepill awake, and that violates the Truce.” Answered MetaLogic.
“Look, you don’t know that for sure, you know, EPNs are not really terrorist.”
“Then how do you explain Dezreki, and others like him?”
“So they have a few bad seeds.”
“They’re all bad seeds; they follow around a misguided kid who would probably suck off Neo if he had the chance to.”
“Look you need to be nice to them; you can’t always be confraternal with people.”
“Hey, I only chime in after they start the fight, and what I saw were two EPNs running away from someone who caught them forcing a bluepill awake. Beside, you are a machinist Asa; you’re supposed to treat them like terrorist.”
MetaLogic walks away from Asa before he could speak again; he went to downtown and into a local bar. There he had a beer and talk to some other redpills. Then Red walks in and sits down next to him. He orders a beer from the bartender. “Thanks for your help again,” he said to Meta.
“Your welcome, my Crew Chief chewed me out over it though; he says that I have to be nice to them.”
“What? That is bunk!”
“I know, and what’s worse is that he’s a machinist!”
“He probably thinks lowly of Cypherites then.”
“He does.”
“Then why are you with them?”
“I honestly don’t know, I mean only four of the actual crews jack in half of the time, it’s not a very close organization.”
“Let me tell you what the Cypherites believe, all we really want is peace, and to protect the bluepill. We also all want to be reinserted someday, but not right now since we have a job to do. That job is to protect the bluepills from the likes of EPNs who wakes them up. Asa is seriously misguided and is walking a fine line with his engagements with terrorist.”
“Yea he is, but he doesn’t believe they are terrorist, he just believes that they are ‘misunderstood.’ What a load.”
“Hey, I’m with the Cyph group Exigence, I think we have what you’re looking for.”
“Maybe, I’ll think about it for a bit, and I’ll catch up with you.”
“Ok, thanks man.”
Red got up and left the bar, but he left his card on the bar right next to MetaLogic. Meta picks up the card and slips it into his jacket. He slips out some dollar bills and pays the bartender, puts on his Fedora, and walks out.
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“Yea I’m in Debir Court.” States MetaLogic as he ends the call to Red on his Bluetooth.
Redalibi hyper jumps down to the court and walk up to Meta, and shakes his hand.
“I see you’re no longer with the Children of the Code.”
“Yea, me and Asa had a falling out, eh, what can I say?”
“Well, we looked at your application and everything checks out, welcome to Exigence.”
“Thanks man.”
Then Red starts typing in midair, all the sudden codes start appearing out of midair and forming around the center of Red’s hands. The codes quickly form a black bandana; Meta grabs it before it hits the ground and puts it on.
“Welcome to being a Cypherite MetaLogic.”
“Thanks Red.”
Debir Court: Mara
MetaLogic puts an envelope on the door of the apartment in the Debir Court Apartments complex. He sniffs the air and cough. “My family deserve better than this.” MetaLogic thought as he knocked on the door. He quickly ran away and up the stairwell. He had just brought Kayla and David a Condo in Chelsea, fully paid. Included with the deed, was also a post-it note saying “I’m still around ~SSML” MetaLogic steps out into the cool air, and lets out a sigh, he wrap his coat around him and starts to walk across the apartment’s roof. Then he noticed something in the sky. Two EPNs were hyper jumping onto the apartment; they were being pursued by a Cypherite. “Stop them; they forced another bluepill to awake!” MetaLogic quickly joined the chase. He decided to get in front of the EPNs, so on the next building he hyper jumps further than the EPNS. He turned around; his trench coat swirled with him. The two EPNs stop dead in their tracks, they tried to see MetaLogic’s face, but it was covered by the system’s shade. The Cypherite jumps behind them.
“Come back here you *CENSORED* EPNs, you must give these people a *CENSORED* choice,” argued the Cypherite. The two EPNs pulled out their piston and MetaLogic wasted no time and knocked one of them off their feet. He flipped back onto his own feet and starts to land punches and kicks to the EPNs. The Cypherite pulled out his SMGs and started firing away. MetaLogic quickly jumped up in the air and gave the EPN a devastating blow to his body with rapid fired kicks. The EPN collapsed on the ground; he then took out his cell phone and pushed a red button. The EPN was suddenly gone, jacked out of the system. The Cypherite was locked in an intense gun battle with the other EPN; MetaLogic pulled out his single hand gun and fired at the EPN head. The EPN fell to the ground and he too jacked out before he could die.
“That was some nice fighting there.” The Cypherite thrust out his hand and MetaLogic shook it. “Good thing you were there or else I would’ve never caught them.”
“I was taking care of some business..” Stated MetaLogic as he took out a stick of cigarette put it in his mouth and lights it. “The name is Redalibi.” MetaLogic took a puff of his cigarette, “MetaLogic.”
“So if you don’t mind, what kind of business?”
“Family, I may be stuck in the ‘real’ but I’m still taking care of my wife and son in here.”
“Let me guess, forced awake?”
“Yep, I recently escaped them though and joined up with the machines.”
“Good man, so do you hope to be reinserted someday?”
“Of course, but I feel like right now my mission is to protect the blue pills from being forced awake.”
Before Red could finish his statement, Meta’s Bluetooth headset rang, it was Asamodai. “We need to talk, now.” “Sorry, I gotta go.” said MetaLogic to Redalibi. “Sure no problem.” MetaLogic jumped away to where Asamodai was waiting for him. “Did you just kill two EPNs?” accused Asamodi. “Yes, they have forced a bluepill awake, and that violates the Truce.” Answered MetaLogic.
“Look, you don’t know that for sure, you know, EPNs are not really terrorist.”
“Then how do you explain Dezreki, and others like him?”
“So they have a few bad seeds.”
“They’re all bad seeds; they follow around a misguided kid who would probably suck off Neo if he had the chance to.”
“Look you need to be nice to them; you can’t always be confraternal with people.”
“Hey, I only chime in after they start the fight, and what I saw were two EPNs running away from someone who caught them forcing a bluepill awake. Beside, you are a machinist Asa; you’re supposed to treat them like terrorist.”
MetaLogic walks away from Asa before he could speak again; he went to downtown and into a local bar. There he had a beer and talk to some other redpills. Then Red walks in and sits down next to him. He orders a beer from the bartender. “Thanks for your help again,” he said to Meta.
“Your welcome, my Crew Chief chewed me out over it though; he says that I have to be nice to them.”
“What? That is bunk!”
“I know, and what’s worse is that he’s a machinist!”
“He probably thinks lowly of Cypherites then.”
“He does.”
“Then why are you with them?”
“I honestly don’t know, I mean only four of the actual crews jack in half of the time, it’s not a very close organization.”
“Let me tell you what the Cypherites believe, all we really want is peace, and to protect the bluepill. We also all want to be reinserted someday, but not right now since we have a job to do. That job is to protect the bluepills from the likes of EPNs who wakes them up. Asa is seriously misguided and is walking a fine line with his engagements with terrorist.”
“Yea he is, but he doesn’t believe they are terrorist, he just believes that they are ‘misunderstood.’ What a load.”
“Hey, I’m with the Cyph group Exigence, I think we have what you’re looking for.”
“Maybe, I’ll think about it for a bit, and I’ll catch up with you.”
“Ok, thanks man.”
Red got up and left the bar, but he left his card on the bar right next to MetaLogic. Meta picks up the card and slips it into his jacket. He slips out some dollar bills and pays the bartender, puts on his Fedora, and walks out.
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“Yea I’m in Debir Court.” States MetaLogic as he ends the call to Red on his Bluetooth.
Redalibi hyper jumps down to the court and walk up to Meta, and shakes his hand.
“I see you’re no longer with the Children of the Code.”
“Yea, me and Asa had a falling out, eh, what can I say?”
“Well, we looked at your application and everything checks out, welcome to Exigence.”
“Thanks man.”
Then Red starts typing in midair, all the sudden codes start appearing out of midair and forming around the center of Red’s hands. The codes quickly form a black bandana; Meta grabs it before it hits the ground and puts it on.
“Welcome to being a Cypherite MetaLogic.”
“Thanks Red.”
