"I'll see you tonight dear...."
"Who the Hell are you and what do you want?"
"I don't know what you're pushing but I won't take any *CENSORED* red pill!"
Meta woke up in a sweat. He looks around his room aboard the hovercraft, panting. He put his feet on the floor and rest his head in his hand. He's been having nightmares again, they've been on and off. He kept dreaming about that day, about the day he was forced to know the truth. He looks up at the clock it was 3:00 AM EST. He always did time by EST. He got up and put a long heavy robe on. He went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. He then went over to the broadcasting deck and sat in the Operator's chair. He typed in a few command and pulled up the Matrix stream. Everything seems to be normal, except for a few glitches here and there. He seen them before, ever since The Intruder started showing up. After awhile, the pot began to whistle and Meta made his way back to the kitchen. He sat down with a warm cup of coffee. All of the sudden, Joan walks into the kitchen. She was a tall slender woman who had hair cut at her shoulders. Her lips were full and she has several piercing and tattoos. She sported the "Goth" look inside and out of the Matrix. However, she preferred to spend more time on her Operator's chair than jacked in.
Joan was Di's friend who was awaken in the wake of The Intruder's accelerated program's rampage on the system. Meta found her in the sewers and rehabilitated her. She didn't want to be awakend, she, like Meta was happy in her slumber. However, like Meta she has come to the sad realization that there is no escape, no rest, and the fight must go on. Joan looks at Meta and puts her hand on his. "Let me guess, Nightmares again?" Meta nods. All of the sudden, Joan's headphone started rining. She went to the Operator's console and picked it up. "Operator"
"Yes, I need the man who calls himself the Protector of the bluepills." After this was spoken, the line went dead. Joan sat down and started tracing the call. Meta walks up to her side. "Who was it?"
"I don't know, someone requesting your service apparenty."
"Hmm, where did the call originated from?"
"The best I can get you is, Gracy Heights"
"Well let's get to work then."
Meta sat his coffee down on the table next to Joan and sat down in his chair. He pulled the jack in console towards him and typed in his Captain's name and password. He then laid his head back and the jack jabbed into the back of his head.
It was once again, time to go to work.
"Who the Hell are you and what do you want?"
"I don't know what you're pushing but I won't take any *CENSORED* red pill!"
Meta woke up in a sweat. He looks around his room aboard the hovercraft, panting. He put his feet on the floor and rest his head in his hand. He's been having nightmares again, they've been on and off. He kept dreaming about that day, about the day he was forced to know the truth. He looks up at the clock it was 3:00 AM EST. He always did time by EST. He got up and put a long heavy robe on. He went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. He then went over to the broadcasting deck and sat in the Operator's chair. He typed in a few command and pulled up the Matrix stream. Everything seems to be normal, except for a few glitches here and there. He seen them before, ever since The Intruder started showing up. After awhile, the pot began to whistle and Meta made his way back to the kitchen. He sat down with a warm cup of coffee. All of the sudden, Joan walks into the kitchen. She was a tall slender woman who had hair cut at her shoulders. Her lips were full and she has several piercing and tattoos. She sported the "Goth" look inside and out of the Matrix. However, she preferred to spend more time on her Operator's chair than jacked in.
Joan was Di's friend who was awaken in the wake of The Intruder's accelerated program's rampage on the system. Meta found her in the sewers and rehabilitated her. She didn't want to be awakend, she, like Meta was happy in her slumber. However, like Meta she has come to the sad realization that there is no escape, no rest, and the fight must go on. Joan looks at Meta and puts her hand on his. "Let me guess, Nightmares again?" Meta nods. All of the sudden, Joan's headphone started rining. She went to the Operator's console and picked it up. "Operator"
"Yes, I need the man who calls himself the Protector of the bluepills." After this was spoken, the line went dead. Joan sat down and started tracing the call. Meta walks up to her side. "Who was it?"
"I don't know, someone requesting your service apparenty."
"Hmm, where did the call originated from?"
"The best I can get you is, Gracy Heights"
"Well let's get to work then."
Meta sat his coffee down on the table next to Joan and sat down in his chair. He pulled the jack in console towards him and typed in his Captain's name and password. He then laid his head back and the jack jabbed into the back of his head.
It was once again, time to go to work.
