::Opening Transmission::LineClear::
I hesistated before sending this transmission across the binary coded lines of the data node One. I sat in the rain, I watched the code, and I thought. The bluepills, so comfy in their pods, so unaware of the Matrix, so fast asleep. It makes me smile, and frown. I am jealous, I guess. They're probably stressing out because of their day, what's for dinner, bills suck, money's tight, tax is too much, my boss yelled at me, my son thinks I'm lame...or does he? So many problems, yet, I'd love to have those problems in the comfort of a Pod. Not war, *CENSORED* to eat, enemies to destroy. Although the destroying part can be quite the entertainment. It makes me wonder though...is there some things we take advantage of in the real world? Somethings that we have, like sleep, that the bluepills have, that we can look forward to? I don't...I wake up everyday, jack in, protect the sleepers from the ignorant operatives of the opposing organization, I jack out, and go to sleep, and dream of slumber in a Pod...Ah, the Pod... Something's wrong though, with these people, an awkwardness in the code, it troubles me, I fear...for the bluepills...maybe a little, for myself....I need to find the source of this, "ripple"....
::The transmission ends, the line turns to static, and the signal becomes untraceable::
