| From: | Wraith <wraith@************.COM> |
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| Subject: | Reflections and Actions |
| Date: | Wed, 17 Jun 1998 17:41:39 -0500 |
>>>>>[<sigh> Now I have a name. Its not much, but its more than what
I had
before..perhaps this will make things easier.
I met Okami again today, in the same place as before. The bullet holes and
the slogan "Let there be light!" are still visible in what use to be my home
away from home. Atleast the bodies have been removed, but the bloodstains
still show where friends and loved ones fell amid the senseless violence.
The respect and fear that kept us safe is still working. I still have a
place where I can jack into the Matrix safely. Perhaps I can find more and
prevent another occurrence. Its the same thing over and over it seems, just
under a different name, with slightly different goals. Is the whole world
like this? Is this all we have to look forward too?
Okami still looks at me strangely. I guess its understandable. I haven't
acted normal around her, or atleast what's understood by most to be normal.
Canis says she thinks I don't believe her to be real...I don't know how to
respond to that. I still retreat into my music whenever I'm not in the
matrix and around her, it's the only way to calm me.
+++++
The search through Lone Star's archives was as hard as I thought it was
going to be. I can still remember the feelings of fury and amusement at the
attempts to block me from getting what I wanted, as if the Matrix wasn't
mine to control. I found very little, a few reports about magical attacks,
mostly what I expected. I didn't find what I hoped, namely an arrow saying,
"These are the guys doing it." One of my, what I have learned are called
Sprites, found something interesting. Unfortunately, he also brought a Lone
Star decker back with him. Some of the data is missing, but it seems that a
sergeant knows someone who knows something. The decker stopped when he saw
me, wondering what and who I was. The decker and I traded blows back and
forth, my flaming sword doing more damage than his pitiful attack programs.
Too bad time was on his side. I barely had time to notice the other decker
before his weapons slashed my arm and side. His trace program was my final
target, which I got just before returning to the "real" world.
I returned into a world of pain. I was bleeding from my nose and one ear,
while my head ached like it had been hit a truck. At some point I must have
bit my tongue since I tasted blood in my mouth. Okami's face was the last
thing I saw as a name floated through the pain filled
haze...Marlowe...]<<<<<
-- Black Fire <23:37:45/06-17-59>
