:: Transmission on Normal Frequency::
Some of you may not know me, others of you might, that is not of major importance to me, what is though, is that you listen to my words, my story as it were, I want you to know what I know, I want you to see as I see, I want you to feel as I feel…
I don’t know how it started, but I fear this world will be the end of me. It is constantly changing, my world was full of the norm, and then the abnormal came into it. I was given a choice, one I did not regret ever; my path was meant to be my own from there one. But now, I find my fate being decided for me, not by me. I never wanted to be a ‘free-mind’. I never wanted to be part of this ‘real world’ or this ‘war, but it seems, that no matter what I’m destined to be a part of it. This is my story, it all began, not with a bang, no that is how the third chapter starts, sadly my story begins with a falling of a body, by my own hands no less.
I killed a man, he was not a ‘bad guy’ just… miss-lead, thinking he had the right to take some-one else’s life, I had to show him the error of his ways, he tried to throw me off a building roof-top, instead he only found himself come off that roof. I watched his body fall to the ground. Falling faster and faster, his body almost producing a current to follow, but then he hit the ground, and his body acted like a stone to water with the ground, causing ripples to echo through it, and objects to fall from it, I didn’t know at the time that these were fragments of code, but I witnessed it happen and from that moment on, my ‘self-awareness’ began.
I had been drawing a lot in my life, taking everything I could, people, cityscapes, bodies… dead or alive, the ocean, the sun, the moon, even shadows, but after that day, my drawings, they changed, I began to draw as normal, my pencil flowing across the page like it used to do, but when I looked down, the drawing was different, it was as though the buildings, the people, the environment was made out of those objects I had seen fade from the ripples, it was code-drawings… far more detailed then I ever could have made before everything. It was rather… disturbing.
My second chapter began with a knock from a Zion operative, they told me many things, what the matrix was, and how I was a self-awarer, explaining the things I could see and what they were, but then they explained the world beyond this one, the one that lead to Zion, to the machines, to the sewers, and I knew it was a world not for me, and so I refused… That was almost 3 and a half years ago…
But then, about 10 days ago, I watched, as a bomb imploded onto me, sucking me in, some people theorise that this is the reason I was not destroyed like so many that night, because I was sucked in, away from the blast, my code was destroyed but as a whole, so my mind could re-act as it did, and fully awakening me to the real world. But I will never forget the face I saw as I was ‘deleted’, those cold eyes, showing no emotion, even though he wore those sunglasses, I would never forget those eyes, that face…
I tell you my story because you need to know the truth, things are changing, but something’s will not. I will not change for them. I am here to show the world, matrix or not, that people will be protected, that those arming those bombs are to be destroyed and any of those who think that these bombers’s cause is just are equally responsible for the damage and pain they have caused!
I promise you this, and the matrix is my witness, I will not rest until these bombers are killed…
Watch out…
I’m coming…
::The feed dies::
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Oh if anyone is going to trace the feed, it will lead to a cell phone registered to GhostWhite, but its an old number that most would use a dead end, but feel free to play with the idea ^^))