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| Throttle | Oct 10 2008, 09:23 PM |
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ready steady GO!
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He didn't notice what he couldn't change, and so whetever spirits did or didn't gather around him went unheeded. There was just that usual edge of difference that he'd noted all his life, even before he was unplugged, that feeling that he'd learned was the Matrix trying to pull the wool over his eyes. His eyes, and everyone else's. But apparently he was wired differently to most of those still plugged in to the Matrix. Literally wired differently, in fact. He'd felt the differences all his life, had them niggling away in the back of his head. Freeing his mind had been an interesting experience. He turned his head as someone spoke, gave a little half smile that had nothing to do with humour. He was somewhat bemused, in fact; it was sheeting it down with rain, even if it wasn't real, and he was stood in a cemetary. He never had liked cemetaries much, too much death and decay in them. And even though the offered plenty of cover in case of attack, the weather meant the chances of someone sneaking up on them were higher. Of course, the sneak would have to be lucky to see them too, but it still didn't seem like the best time or place to be having a random meeting. "My name's not stranger," he said, after a moment's appraisal of the figure in front of him. Of course, he also had more sense than to say what his name was, either the slave name he'd had while he was still plugged in, or the more descriptive one he'd used ever since he first started hacking. After all, he didn't know for sure that hte figure in front of him was the one he'd be set up to meet; his captain had set the whole thing up, and just told him that he'd 'know when he saw the guy'. Typical cryptic stuff. "I think I was supposed to meet you." |
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