I'm sending this through a portable uplink in the hope that information reaches you in-case I cannot return.
As some of you may have noticed, I've been jacking in much less and the past few days not at all. This is not because I have grown tired or moved onto other things as some Liaisons do, it was because of a small task I had to do in the real.
If all goes well, I'll actually be picked up by Neo's Hope earlier than planned and I'll be able to talk with you in more detail.
However, I thought I'd leave a short recording of my thoughts just to cover my end.
Data Recording
My drop-off point was approximately 5km South of the fields. The location was decided upon in the hope of attracting little or no attention and I'm happy to say that all has gone well so far. The strange thing that I noticed as I spent that first day approaching the fields is the amount of life in the surrounding area. Now, I don't mean plants and flowers because we all know that we ourselves wiped the planet of such things hundreds of years ago. I'm talking about machine life. I honestly didn't know what to expect but the amount of little robotic creatures running and indeed flying about did shock me.
For the most part they're actually passive, I clearly was of no interest to them, which I was content with as it allowed me to conduct my business here unhindered. Yet the whole thing of them running about was... I want to say disturbing, yet that's not really how to describe what I was feeling.
I'm going to be very blunt here, we treated the machines awfully back at the start of things. The Old Zion Archives about the actions that we humans did to them every day. It's not exactly surprising that they rose up against us. We were like a big kid with a magnifying glass, taking pleasure in causing them missery and suffering.
I sat there one day, watching one of these little creatures. As close as I could tell, it was what the Matrix would have defined as a butterfly. There it was, just flapping around and I couldn't help but wonder what a real one would have been like to watch.
It's always been questioned, how accurate the Machines were at replicating various aspects of our existance. Things we can see, taste, touch and so on. How accurate can it all really be?
On asking myself that very question, I looked up, gazing over the fields and I could help but feel a little bit sad. The Machines had clearly mastered what some might call "a gift of a god" the ability to make human life. Save us (supposedly) special few, the rest of our species goes on happy living out their existance in a world of make believe. Turning my look back to the butterfly, would the machines also have a genetic code for the original butterflies and all other creatures of the earth? Yet perhaps, on studying them like they did us, why did they decide to then make mechanical versions of them?
I know that they use us as a power source, yet surely they had mastered other forms of power, so why use us? Do they perhaps pitty our species, for attempting to kill them because we simply didn't know better?
Have the Machines actually got to the point where they are the creators now and we, as a species, are now their curious little creation? Perhaps they don't totally destroy our species as then they themselves would be no better than ourselves for attempting to do it to the machines in the first place?
Yet perhaps I'm rambling, who knows. I'll leave this here, maybe the answers will never come, yet perhaps somewhere down the line they will.
Bless all forms of intelligence... perhaps we should...?








