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| Throttle | Oct 12 2008, 08:38 PM |
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ready steady GO!
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With the revealing of the guy's face, and the accompanying meteorological theatrics, Throttle was sure that he had the right guy. He didn't know what he could do within the Matrix yet, having spent more time in the training programmes than actually plugged in at broadcast level, but it seemed to him that the Matrix knew what it could do with him. And the machines didn't mess about; when it came to the resistance, to the children of Zion and the unplugged hackers, they made their intentions clear. They were more theatrical than any film director, more dramatic than any soap opera script writer, and everyone who went into the Matrix knowing what it was knew to be careful. "I'm Throttle," he said, with a shrug, following after the figure in front of him. "And I was supposed to give you this." A hacked pack of cigarettes was pulled from a pocket as they entered the shelter provided by the church. In truth Spence was too young to smoke and too wet behind the ears for any important messages to be left in his hands, unless there was something in the packet he didn't know about. But perhaps this was just a test to make sure that he himself wasn't having second thoughts; there were stories told about unplugged fighters losing their zeal, becoming disillusioned and selling out to the machines. So maybe this was just a test of Throttle's mettle, of his ability to follow orders. Throttle didn't really know, he just had to do as he was told. |
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