::Opening Transmission, *Static* ::LineClear, Message Begins:: ...
I thought I'd send this message through this channel on Data Node One, since each instance of the Mega City, in some way shape or form, has been affected by the Hunter line, well, I guess it'd be the Anderson line, but not the line of Thomas Anderson, no, the line of Bryon Anderson, the so called "Blood Line" of my Father. I say "so called" because there's only one person in our family that was freeborn, DemondHunter's...Michael's dead ex wife. The rest of us are related by code, well really just last name, according to the system we are related by code. We all have families, of the real, of the system, the bluepills that played our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, were related by code. Although most of us don't know even if these "family' members are even awake, we probably still miss them, or at least...think about them. Unlike most bluepill families, my whole family was awakened, well just about my whole family. This code line started a long time ago, the sytem needed families though, to keep us asleep. If you haven't guessed all ready, this is NegativeEight, James Blank, better known as James Anderson, brother of Michael. I am here to tell you the story of the oldest brother of our family, David. The archive containing his story was given to Michael three weeks after his awakening, he never opened it, until yesterday. He just sent it to me today. It was too hard for him, to talk about it, but I thought the story of David Anderson deserves to be told. My father was an old man, his oldest son a teenager, about the age of seventeen or so, his younger son, about age fifteen, me, about age thirteen. It's been about five years, if I counted correctly, since David's awakening. He was one of the first couple awakened at the fresh start of the truce. A lot of the zionites were still pretty shook about jacking into the Matrix. David was in the first round of awakenings, so there was still enough technology to level him from the real, he was speed leveled to fifty-five in about thirty-six hours. He specialized in the use of two Submachine guns, dual pistols, rifle skills, sniping, kung fu, karate, and aikido. He spent a week studying the Zion Archive about Neo, and all the recorded happenings before the truce. A day later, for the first time, he jacked in. Although he was a neurokinetic power leveled fifty-five, he didn't exactly know what he was doing, for he was leveled in the real, and this was his first day in the field...he was alone, waiting for the arrival of fellow crewmates, from the Hovercraft, SlashCommand. It was a ten man ship, the operator, Lenyrae, the captain, HawkzSpeed, and the first mate, QuickShot, and seven others. David, his handle DaemonHunTer, jacked in, let the code run, and looked around. He put on a pair of green tinted sunglasses, smiled, and hyperjumped straight up into the air, he landed about a meter away, not much at all. He looked up again, smiled, yelled "woohoo" and propelled himself into the air, he flew from roof top to roof top like an eagle, he was having a *CENSORED* good time doing it. He ran into a few gangs, they were no match for him, synchronized a few hardlines, just had fun. What was there to do? The world was his oyster, his cockyness and teenager ego made him think, he finally stopped moving, one last jump, from the top of tabor tower to the center of the plaza, the floor split, and cracked, blocks and shards of debree flew everywhere news stands toppled, newspaper flew, the benches fell over one of them splintered, and some of the glass windows and doors shattered, the only thing that seemed to not be damaged was him, and the hardline, he just smiled. He turned towards the hardline, and walked with his head held high, and a strong breeze hit, blew his sunglasses clean off, and a shiver went up his spine, he turned quickly taking a kung fu speed pose, everything that he had broken in his final jump was fixed, and an Agent stood there. A cold drop of sweat formed on his forehead, crawled down the bridge of his nose, leaped and fell onto the now clean and repaired concrete, it was like a raindrop, it was the only sound made, even the beeping horns and the car engines went silent with DaemonHunTer's focus on the Agent's square sunglasses, DaemonHunTer was frozen in the pose, the agent crossed his arms...shook his head and waved his finger simultaneously, and took two steps toward DaemonHunTer...
[[To be Continued]]
::The Line turns to Static, and the message closes, you wonder if there is more to the message:: . . .
