How will it work? There is a way. They will tell us. Go up to some gent and tell him your need for rest. He'll know which pharmacists to call. He'll know where theres a warm bed. I know I can't wait to close my eyes and live as we were meant to live! ~Cryptos
"Mr. Summer, what is the nature of your visit?"
*ugh, no*
"I want to rest, I want to go back to sleep!"
"Follow me then."
*sharp alarming sound*
MetaLogic sat straight up in his bed and shut off his alarm clock. It was....another dream.....about the month that he has no recollection of. Ever since he's been back, the missing month has been bothering him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he went to his duties as a Cypherite Operative. However, they are now invading his dreams, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night. He slowly put his robe on and tied it off. He walked out onto the walk way that was in front of his apartment. He was at the Cypherite base in the real, awaiting for his ship to be ready for combat again. He was able to still jack into the simulation though, with the base's broadcasting center.
He looks across the city as the metal twinkle under the low dim lights that are always kept on. Meta walked back into his apartment and sat down at the computer. He typed in his redpill name and password. He quickly scrolled over the reports that were coming in from several sources. Suddenly a report about reinsertion came across his eyes. "Reinsertion was a lie." he though, but he looked at it anyways. It was like he was going to get far anyways, the report was coded except for the word "Reinsertion Protocol". Meta finally had enough, he had to find out what happened to him, he had to know the truth. He went down into the broadcasting center, and jacked into the simulation.
"Mr. Summer, what is the nature of your visit?"
*ugh, no*
"I want to rest, I want to go back to sleep!"
"Follow me then."
*sharp alarming sound*
MetaLogic sat straight up in his bed and shut off his alarm clock. It was....another dream.....about the month that he has no recollection of. Ever since he's been back, the missing month has been bothering him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he went to his duties as a Cypherite Operative. However, they are now invading his dreams, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night. He slowly put his robe on and tied it off. He walked out onto the walk way that was in front of his apartment. He was at the Cypherite base in the real, awaiting for his ship to be ready for combat again. He was able to still jack into the simulation though, with the base's broadcasting center.
He looks across the city as the metal twinkle under the low dim lights that are always kept on. Meta walked back into his apartment and sat down at the computer. He typed in his redpill name and password. He quickly scrolled over the reports that were coming in from several sources. Suddenly a report about reinsertion came across his eyes. "Reinsertion was a lie." he though, but he looked at it anyways. It was like he was going to get far anyways, the report was coded except for the word "Reinsertion Protocol". Meta finally had enough, he had to find out what happened to him, he had to know the truth. He went down into the broadcasting center, and jacked into the simulation.
