C:// Program Terminated

Outpost Segur Combat Construct

The sound of SMG rings through the air, bodies of Machinist and Agents fell to the ground. The SMGs is tucked away, a sword is pulled out. Hasten foot steps pounds the ground, yelling, screaming and the blade cuts through the body of more Machinist. The sword is brought down, the figure, heavily breathing. A voice comes over the ear piece, "You can't keep doing this....what good is it going to do you if you spend all your time in here, killing Simuclaras?" The figure lets out a hiss, "It lets out fustration, that what it does, it lets out anger, it releases the gate of Hell, and by the way, this is a private party." The figure turns off the ear piece, and looks up. He reloads his guns one by one, wipes the blood off the sword and puts it back in it's sheath. He looks up to the sky, "Restart!"

However, before the simulation could restart, the world goes black, and he comes to Outpost Segur. Sieges was standing to one side of Meta, Noxton on the other side. "Meta....you can't keep doing this, day after day....killing fake machinist and fake agents isn't going to erase what happened," Sieges told him as she rest a hand on his shoulder. Meta pushes the hand off of her, he gets up from the chair and storms out of the communication central building. He walks down a path, which was empty, "Thank Woden," Meta though, "No one there to 'reach out' to me." Meta turns down another path and soon reaches his house.

Meta walks down the path to his house. he punches in his passcode into the keypad and walks in. The house was a decent size, it has a living room, dining room, full bath, kitchen, one master bedroom, an "office room", and a walk in decent size walk in closet. Meta lays down on the couch and closes his eyes. It has been weeks since the death of his long time friend and love interest was killed by his hands. Well it wasn't really him, the machine program that resided in him has taken over, and gained access to a construct Meta and Monica shared. He doesn't have complete memory of what happened, but he was sure he didn't want to know.

Naamaah knocks on Meta's door, "Meta...." Meta groans, "God, can't people leave me alone?" Naamaah smiles, "No, we care about you too much."

"Yea, well, I just need to be alone right now. I don't want to talk to anyone, because there's nothing to talk about."

"I...We just want to let you know that it wasn't your fault....."

"It is...the program is inside of me, I am it's host, thereforth I am responsible for it's action."

"Yes, but it wasn't you that did it, it was the program....it's like right now, you have Dissociative Identity Disorder, your human side can't control what your program side does. Do you think Tranque can control what his many personality do?"

She pauses, and then after no responses, walks away, Meta lays there in the dark, thinking.....

Meta wakes up to a black space, no floors, no walls, no ceiling, just an empty, endless, black, space. A figure walks out from the black space, it was Meta, dressed as an agent. The agent was wiping something off it it's hand. “I think we should have a talk,” the figure spoke. Meta narrows his eyes, “F*** off.”

The figure smiles, “I did you a favor human.”

“What, killing off someone that I loved and cared about, that was your 'favor'?”

“She was a program, she couldn't exist outside of the Matrix or the constructs.”

“So, doesn't make her any less real, she could feel pain, pleasure, fear.”

“Do you think she felt them for the same reasons you do?”

“Does it matter? An animal feels those things too.”

“Oh, so programs are just 'pets'?”

Meta lets out a low grow. The program just stood there with a smirk on his face. The program started to slowly walk around Meta, circling him.

"Face it, you don't belong to the Merovingian Organization, were you really going to be content with coming home to your house or bunk alone while your girlfriend stayed in the construct?"

"I would've found a way around that, by either giving her a human body, or by making myself into a program."

The program laughed.

"You do realized that you're a program yourself, right? The only reason you're out in the real is because the machines put you into my brain, my body. Also, what about that violent ourburst at the meeting? What about your murder of Monica? Seems like you've developed a few emotions yourself."

The program quickly looks away.

"I was only accessing your emotions, my roots in your brain and into your body are deeper than you ever could imagine human."

"Well I don't care, you're a weed, so be prepared to be uprooted."

"By removing me, you'll be killing yourself, are you willing to take that risk?"

"Better to be dead than to host a homocidal controlling program!"

Meta suddenly wakes up, it was 3 in the morning. He had to go see Morraeon.

Ah, so this is what led up to last night's gathering...

Lyr

(( I should have pointed you towards this thread, I'm sorry. But... now you know the rest of the story))

International isn't as crisp and clean as Downtown, but it isn't as dirty and run down as Westview, it's somewhere in the middle. Children and women carrying loads way too large for their small frame pass by Meta. The sky is getting darker, and clouds roll along the skyline. He stops and watch an eldery shop keeper close down his shop for the night. It seems like everyone was rushing home before night fall. "Good idea," Meta thought. Exiles usually carry out their business under the cover of darkness...well the stupider ones anyways.

Meta spots Morraeon attacking gangs near White Lotus hotel. She's feeding...that's the only reason she would attack other exiles. Meta watches her, she first pulls a veil over her body, and lie in wait. When an exile comes near, she pouches them and with several hits with her feet and hands, they fall. She then pull the code out from them.

As she was feeding, Meta approach her, he was nervous but didn't show it. "Good evening Morraeon, how is the hunting ground tonight?"

She turns her head, takes in a quick sniff and smiles at Meta.

"MMrrr...it's good...no shortages tonight."

Morraeon then fixtates on Meta's hand, she leans in and sniff him, her eyes narrow, she takes in another sniff. She then backs away and gags in disgust.

"Mmrr...the program is still in you! That...machine program!"

"Yes...he is getting more powerful by the day, it won't be long before he becomes me, and the Meta you all know is gone."

"Mmmrr...can't let that happen...we must remove him."

"That's what I came to talk to you about. Sieges says you can remove programs, it's painful, but you can do it."

"Yes...MMmrr...Miss Innocence is right...and trust me, it'll hurt worse than your normal BDSM session...human..MMmrrr.."

"When can we do it?"

"I still need to feed...to get my energy level back up...Mmrr...but Miss Innocece will let you know when I can do it."

Meta nods at Morraeon and walks away, he has to set up prepration for the event. His next stop was at a hospital, as he walks away, he dials in a number on his cell phone, "Yea...I need a favor."

()()()()

Meta sets up the link between the computer and phone in the Matrix and Segur in the office space that he has found in Richland. It was a huge office space, with bookcase set against the right of the wall, and file cabinets at the left. In front of him was a huge window, that covered the entire wall. He watches the clouds roll by. The desk contains a phone, computer, and some books. The desk also has several drawers. For a large office space, it didn't have much furniture.

He also sets down two set of rubber tubing on the table before him, as well as three Data Disc, and Two envolopes. Suddenly someone knocks on the door, and the soft rapid of foot is heard. Meta walks over to the door, opens it up and a small package is found at his feet. He bends down to pick it up and carry it back to the desk. He walks into one of the closet and pulls out one of his shotguns. He sits back down at the desk and opens up the chamber. He then closes it again. He opens up his parcel and nods.

He puts the parcel, and rubber tubing in the top drawer. He hides the shotgun under the desk. He writes one name on one of the envolope and puts one Data Disc in. He then writes another name on the other Envolope, and puts in the remaining two.

Meta walks out of the office building, and stops at the mail box, which was a drop box for The Family. He drops in the two envolope. Tomorrow...things were going to change for him, and for everyone he knows and cares about.

Collectiv###Incoming Transmission...
###Establishing Link....
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###Link established
###Outpost Segur // Port: 177...
###Broadcasting on DN1 Channel
###Channel Established...Begin Communication

Transcript of Meta's Code Extraction, date 3/1/99 9:30PM

[i]*MetaLogic is in The Matrix.*[/i]
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Hola
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Ooh, here's our patient...
[Faction] [b]HKS[/b]: well i feel really useless ....
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Everyone Tabor Park C
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Headin' dere...
[i]*You target [Hardline]*[/i]
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: I'll be there shortly, just have to make sure my last fail safe is ready
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ok, so my last Fail Safe isn't ready yet....
[Faction] [b]HKS[/b]: oh what the hell.... omw
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Gotta get some supplies anyway...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Hello there, handsome....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Morraeon
[i]*You blow a kiss to MetaLogic.*[/i]
[i]*MetaLogic bows his head to you.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: At full energy?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Rarin' t' go....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Cleaned out my private stock of Demon Army goons...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Nice
[b]Morraeon[/b]: And hey-lo there, H...
[b]HKS[/b]: hey M
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Now we just need the big N...
[i]*HKS points Demon Army Andras straight ahead.*[/i]
[i]*HKS screams in anguish.*[/i]
[i]*HKS screams in anguish.*[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Ya'll right there, H?
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz, everything ready on your end?
[i]*HKS screams in anguish.*[/i]
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Ready, Meta... you're sure this is what you want?
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: I'll run through the checklist that we've created and you say either Go or No Go, ok?
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Program
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Got it...
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Is Program go?
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: It's a go.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: My Fail Safe should be here soon
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Link between the program and to the computer I have set up?
[i]*HKS screams in anguish at Demon Army Andras.*[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Mmmrr... mind if I ask what it is?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: I've given someone a kill code....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: a kill code for my RSI
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Most definately a go....
[i]**Morraeon raises her eyebrows, her pupils going huge with shock.**[/i]
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Eletrical Shock System if Neurological Pattern go down
[b]HKS[/b]: hey Lyr
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ahh there's my Fail Safe now.
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Charged up...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Hello.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Follow me please
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Hey there, Lyr...
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ok, paddles?
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Ready.
[Team] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Floor 8
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic picks up the reciever and sets it down.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz can you hear me?
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Loud and clear, Meta...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic pulls out a rubber tube.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ok who wants  to tie me up?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic smirks.*
[i]**Morraeon slings off her trenchcoat, dumps it on the floor..**[/i]
[b]HKS[/b]: ok don't rush to answr...i,ll do it
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Heh-heh-heh...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: How exactly is this going to be done?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Watch and see...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ask Morraeon
[b]Illyria1[/b]: I'm curious.
[b]HKS[/b]: *HKS ties Meta hand.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: **beeping sounds is heard over the phone**
[b]HKS[/b]: tight enough Meta?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic eyes rolls back into his head.*
[i]**Morraeon extends one hand, unsheathes her blade-like talons.**[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Now...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Well well well....FINALLY
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Machinist.......
[b]Illyria1[/b]: *smiles*  Yes?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Maybe they can talk some sense into these.......program lovers.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Talk some sense into Meta.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: 'Fore we do this...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Someone gotta shoot him...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic spits on Morraeon.*
[b]HKS[/b]: ok don't rush for the answel i,ll do it
[b]Morraeon[/b]: I can cut through Exile code like the proverbail hot knife through butter...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: But human code? Whole other matter
[b]HKS[/b]: so where do i aim?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Aim for his manhood....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: No place lethal...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Leg, arm, shoulder...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: What exactly is...inside him?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: You should know Illyria, your masters have been doing this to bluepills and redpills
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Some kinda code that don't belong there....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Cryptos was the most famous one.....
[b]Illyria1[/b]: You don't sound like any Machine program I've ever encountered.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Well....lets just say...I'm accessing Meta....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic chuckles.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: God you people are a boring bunch.....
[i]**Morraeon runs the tip of her tongue along her talons.**[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Tell me, do you really expect to see Meta again after this?
[i]*You crack your knuckles while eyeing MetaLogic.*[/i]
[b]Illyria1[/b]: What do you want with Meta?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: I'm takin' my chances...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: I want what you want Lyr.....I want what the machines want.....
[b]Illyria1[/b]: I doubt you know what I want.
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Oh, blah-de-blah-de-fricken-blah.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic growls.*
*HKS shoots MetaLogic in the arm*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: You will pay dearly for that!
[b]HKS[/b]: well someone had to do the dirty work
[i]**Morraeon finds one of the bullet-holes in Meta's shoulder, jams her talons into it.**[/i]
[i]*MetaLogic screams in anguish at Morraeon.*[/i]
[i]*Morraeon slap MetaLogic, hard.*[/i]
[i]*MetaLogic screams in anguish at Morraeon.*[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Errg...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Is that the best you got Program?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: You're pathetic!
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: WEAK!
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: No wonder the machines try to rid of you lot.....
[b]HKS[/b]: ...want to taste a knife i'm better with those
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Accessing the inner cortex of his nueral net...
[b]HKS[/b]: i hate guns anyway
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Gods, it's wound in there tight...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Get out Program.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Come on, come on, yah little bit of trash code...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: RUN TIME ERROR
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Shut yer pie hole...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: RUN TIME ERROR
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: RUN TIME ERROR
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ATTEMPTING RESTART.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ATTEMPTING RESTART 2
[i]**Morraeon pushes her hand in deeper, almost to the wrist.**[/i]
[i]*Illyria1 shakes a fist at MetaLogic.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .....RUN TIME ERROR.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ....RUN TIME ERROR......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: I'm getting a hit... Locked on....
[b]HKS[/b]: come on M
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Good, get that thing out of him.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......PROGRAM UNABLE TO RESPOND.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: PROGRAM SHUTTING DOWN......
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: C://PROGRAM TERMINATED.....
[i]**Morraeon bends her head, her whole body starting to vibrate from the exertion.**[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic begins to shake.*
[i]**Morraeon yanks her hand out, covered in blood.**[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz: He's coding here!  BP is up, Heart Rate is up!
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz: Neruological signal is off the.....flatline....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Blegh... someone got some kleenex?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: H, call Gormanz, get him to defib this guy...
[b]HKS[/b]: here use one of my dana
[b]HKS[/b]: alright
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz: BP back to normal.....heart Rate back to normal....but neurological.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz: He's vegatitive........
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Darn...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz: Shocking him....now
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic shakes.*
[i]**Morraeon takes the bandana, wipes her hand off, wads up the bloody cloth and toss it into the nearest trashcan.**[/i]
[Faction] [b]HKS[/b]: ::Calling Gomanz:: Hey mate we need a defib real quick
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Gormanz:.....We got something.....it's weak, but it's something.....

[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ........
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: I'm on it...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: H.....h.....
[Faction] [b]HKS[/b]: ASAP!!!
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Where.....am......I?
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Charging... clear... :: A zap can be heard::
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Office in Tabor Park...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: You in there, Meta?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .......can't see....blurry visions.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: yea....it's me......
[Faction] [b]HKS[/b]: how,s the reading on his vital?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Where's Redalibi......
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Setunde?
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Morraeon, can we be sure that's really him?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ebola?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Well, I did just have my hand in yer shoulder, up to my wrist, I probably hit a nerve in his spinal...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: How long has it been?
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: G: Heart rate is back to normal... but his nuerological is... not quite right...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: What's the last thing you remember clearly?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......going to the machines.....to be....reinserted......
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Oh...
[b]Eventual[/b]: interesting
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Everything else.....blurry.......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Man, that's old news...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Who is that.....talking?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: You don't remember defecting t' the Mervs?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .......I have?
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Ages ago.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......wow......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Sure thing... Yah crewed up with Sieges six months ago...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: What did the machines do.....I'm starting to think they.......just didn't......reinsert me......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Nope, but they left a care package in yer head....
[b]Illyria1[/b]: They...they don't do that, Meta.  I'm sorry.
[b]Eventual[/b]: Pure speculation
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .......so......I can't.....go back?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Nopes.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......I'm.....stuck....in Purgatory......forever
[b]Illyria1[/b]: I don't think so.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: I'm.....remembering......bits and pieces.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Yer self outside this place is in Outpost Segur...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: But.....nothing whole......
[b]Illyria1[/b]: What do you remember?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Give it time... I know how it feels...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......meeting an old friend of mine....one I have lost touch with.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Got a name?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ........Is she still around?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......Monica.....
[i]**Morraeon drops her gaze.**[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Long story that...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: She's gone...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Machine program got to her...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......I remember screams.....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: ......I remember cries.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Darn thing was lodged in yer head the whole time...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: I just pulled it out for yah.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Where.....is.....it....now?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Currently being absorbed into my codestream
[b]HKS[/b]: want me to free you hands?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: hold on.....I think....I'm.....going.....
[i]*MetaLogic vomits.*[/i]
[i]**Morraeon licks her chops delicately.**[/i]
[b]HKS[/b]: yark
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .....yea......I'm....not cleaing that up.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Blegh...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ok....did....I....enjoyed....some BDSM....fun...just a minute ago?
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Depends on if it was you or the program that considered it fun.
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Noooo, that was t' keep yah from flailin' around when I was extracting that code...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .......hey......it's nice for the woman to be in control......once in awhile.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Though I likes me some tied-up guys, heh...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: *Illyria1 grins.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .....well....if I wasn't part of some fun....someone untie me please....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: unless....the fun was just getting started.....
[b]HKS[/b]: alright give me a sec
[i]*Illyria1 giggles at MetaLogic.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic looks over at Illyria.*
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Are you feeling better now, Meta?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .....yea....I wouldn't mind her being on top.....
[b]HKS[/b]: *HKS pull out a throwing knives and chop down the string.*
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Oh my...
[b]Eventual[/b]: ...
[b]HKS[/b]: there you go
[i]*Illyria1 blushes at MetaLogic.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic chuckles weakily.*
[i]*Crew member [Noxton] has come online.*[/i]
[i]*Noxton is in The Matrix.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: I'll be fine.....I just have.....to sort things out.....
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Welcome back, Big N...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ok....so WHY am I with The Merovingian?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: That bastard only looks out for himself.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Aaaan that's where ther family can help yah, Meta...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: An what about the Exiles in his domain?
[i]*Demon Army Cheitan was just killed by HKS.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Can we at least....have some fun later?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Only looks out for himself, eh?
[i]*Demon Army Cheitan was just killed by HKS.*[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: What about th' Exiles in his domain... sure they might be chesspieces to 'um....
[i]*MetaLogic stretches.*[/i]
[b]Eventual[/b]: Good night everyone, I have a train to catch
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Goodnight Eventual.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .....get him more power.....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: But it's a sight better'n bein' out in the codestream at the whim of Gods know what...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: True....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: You keep talkin' like that...
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Bad news, chief...
[Team] [b]Noxton[/b]: Wha'st up?
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Pulled the program outta Meta...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: .....well....if I'm with you guys....I must have a pretty darn good reason for it....
[i]*MetaLogic is wondering about Noxton.*[/i]
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Now he's spoutin' stuff that makes my blood boil... If I had blood...
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Yer parta th' family now...
[Team] [b]Noxton[/b]: ... What?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Yep
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: The temporary amnesia wasn't so bad...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Well Thanks everyone....
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: But then he's wonderin' why he joined th' Boss' crowd...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: You're very welcome.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: I'm sure y'all have something better to do than to stare at me....
[i]*MetaLogic laughs.*[/i]
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: An;' the usual guff abour Himself just lookin' out for hisself.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic looks over what he's wearing.*
[i]*HKS bows his head to Merovingian Soldier.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Well...at least the program had good fashion sense.....
[i]*You target [Merovingian Soldier]*[/i]
[i]*[Merovingian Soldier] is friendly.*[/i]
[Team] [b]Noxton[/b]: Oh God.
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Agreed.
[i]*You clap at Merovingian Soldier.*[/i]
[i]*You whistle at Merovingian Soldier.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: and Lyr is still sporting the lephurchan outfit....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic smirks.*
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Hah!
[b]Illyria1[/b]: I hardly ever wear this.  *smiles*
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Good time a' year for it...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: I like the magenta one better.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic grabs Illyria shoulder.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Now where's my pot of gold?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Me, I'm more like a Leanansidhe...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: At the end of the rainbow.
[Team] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Whut?
[i]*Illyria1 giggles at MetaLogic.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: You're made of phail as a lephurchan
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Green's too... full a' life for me...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Eh I like black and red
[b]Illyria1[/b]: *smiles*  Those are my faction's colors.
[b]Morraeon[/b]: I like black and... black...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Black and white is nice too.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: mm my kind of lady....heh
[b]Morraeon[/b]: I'm so Goth... I'm death incarnate!
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ehh white is too bright in here....
[b]HKS[/b]: nah black and black lol
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Black with white accents.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: That's better
[b]Morraeon[/b]: :: Singing:: I see a red door and I want it painted black...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: I love that song.
[i]*You give two thumbs up to Illyria1.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: I like "Kiss from a rose"
[i]*Illyria1 curtseys for you.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: *MetaLogic starts to sing Kiss From a Rose.*
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Heh... yah might work for the rusty toasters, Lyr, but I like yer style...
[b]Illyria1[/b]: Why thank you.
[Faction] [b]MetaLogic[/b]: Tabor C if you want to join in on the fun SenaDe
[Faction] [b]SenaDe[/b]: I've got errands to run.
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Someone rockin' th' Blackwood tough look?
[Faction] [b]Morraeon[/b]: Mmmrr... what kinda errands?
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Hm....it does feel like some parts of me are missing....
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Well, I did rearrange yer shoulder muscles pullin' that darn code out...
[Faction] [b]SenaDe[/b]: Nothing important.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: So you are a program right?
[i]*Noxton salutes to SenaDe.*[/i]
[i]*SenaDe examines the area.*[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Through and through, Meta...
[i]*SenaDe salutes to Noxton.*[/i]
[i]*You wave vigorously at SenaDe.*[/i]
[i]*SenaDe tips his hat at you.*[/i]
[b]Morraeon[/b]: SENAAA!!!
[i]*You blow a kiss to SenaDe.*[/i]
[i]*HKS nods at SenaDe.*[/i]
[b]SenaDe[/b]: *SenaDe raises his eyebrow and shakes his head.*
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: So, WHY am I with The Merovingian?
[i]*SenaDe tips his hat to HKS.*[/i]
[b]Noxton[/b]: Because you chose to be.
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Yah chose to join his crowd in exchange for Monica's retirement from workin' in the Blacklwoods.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Ahh....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: and she's dead....
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Fan-tastic......
[b]Morraeon[/b]: Yeah, yer little Machine code friend had a hand in that...
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Well.....at least I was in enough control to have someone get him out.
[i]*MetaLogic bows his head to you.*[/i]
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Thank you.....Morraeon?
[b]Morraeon[/b]: T'ats me.
[b]MetaLogic[/b]: Excellent.
[b]Morraeon[/b]: An' yer welcome...

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##Welcome Metalogic

##Run: Journal Program...

##Date: 3/5/1999

##Time: 2:00pm MCT

It has been a few days since Morraeon has removed the machine program from my mind and RSI. Gormanz has scanned my RSI and brain several time, no trace of the program could be found. At first, I was lost in a fog of daze and confusion, but it soon cleared up. I remember almost everything that has happened. There are a few holes I have not yet filled in.

This..Family...My Family...has taken good care of me and have assisted in filling in the blank spots for me. I now understand why I am here, why I am with The Merovingian, and at Outpost Seguar. It's a logical step for me, because now knowing, what I know. I doubt I can ever trust the machines again...not after what they have done to me, or to Cryptos. As long as Cryptos remains, the Cypherites remain under the machines thumbs.

The last few days have been eventful, I have met the Merovingian twice with a clear mind and clear eyes, the first visit wasn't so pleasent...but that's another story, the second one was more pleasent. I will still protect the bluepills, and I will protect exiled programs, it's just now I have more freedom, and more options on how I can carry out my protection.

I think I'll stay with the Merv.

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Very cool, Meta.

Lyr