From: | The Deb Decker <RJR96326@****.UTULSA.EDU> |
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Subject: | Of Men and Machines |
Date: | Fri, 17 Sep 1993 11:43:39 -0500 |
"God and the Pope don't mean shit if you can't find it inside. I found my
own Deity, and it was within me," you say. Again, a rather base expression
indicative of the intelligence and propriety you lost when you became part
of the Matrix. I realize I was wrong in addressing you as Mein Herr. . .you
are naught but an automaton, a digital machine, little more than a smart
toaster. The prurpose of machines is the serve Man, and I guarantee you
will perform that function for me and my orginization one day.
I do not require access to an online Websters. Unlike you, I have my
brain, which is far more formidable than any node you shall ever devise
or encounter. What is it like, o Thing, o Device, to have every aspect
of your consciousness resting at the mercy of the outside world? To have
you capacity for reason, analysis, and memory eliminated with the flick of
the proverbial switch?
"And nothing is out of my control any more," the most megalomaniac clause
I have ever seen. I do not claim complete control, Machine. It is obvious
that the transferral of your mind into the Matrix has granted you delusions
of grandeur.
Shadowrunners! I ask only that you cease and desist your activities in the
futile investigation of myself and the late William 6174. Those who already
know too much will be terminated, and those who aid them will find themselves
in non-negotiable circumstances regarding their past. Cooper has seen the light;
are the rest of you so foolish as to deny yourself life based on some absurd
loyalty to people you have never met personally?]<<<<<
-- Herr Ganz <11:44:22/9-17-54>