So, you've just found out you're a Duracell bunny. And then the guy who told you this takes you to "the last human city". You're thinking "Wow, last human city. This has to be all majestic and..." it's a dirty, rotten cave. I thought they told me it was at least one hundred years later than I thought it was, not millions of years earlier. "What do you think?" they said. "Onga bonga" I replied. All the while, I'm thinking "Wake up, man. It's just a dream." I couldn't have been further from the truth.
I'm Veive, friend. The captain of a rust-bucket called the 0rdo ab Chao. Transmitting this message for me is my operator, Soleil; and believe me she could use some. We all could.
Anyway, I'm sure you've just gone through the same thing I described above, and if not, then you probably shouldn't be reading this. Me, and my delightful group of outcasts and odd-sorts want to help you sleep at night...and day. See, we think this freedom speech the Zionite, and Neophiles keep spinning is stupid. Zion, the not-so-majestic, cave man city I was just talking about is more like a prison than the Matrix. It's dark. It's damp. They like to sc...Uh yeah I think you get it. Point being, we want to go back.
But we're not that selfish. We think you need to go back too, and with the nut jobs running around trying to free everybody, you need all the help you can get. So I figure, we send all the freedom junkies to a more permanent sleep (After all, death is the only real freedom), tuck in all the bluepills, and go back to dreaming before dinner time. I wouldn't say no to a steak. Would you?
So, keep a look out for us. We're not hard to miss. I'm a colourful dresser, Izanami talks to her simulacra, and Apollyon...Well, he's bald.
