Post by Lucid on May 5, 2008 11:19:34 GMT -5
Name: Lucid (bluepill name: Devon Reese)
Age: 29
Level: 11
Background:
Part 1: the Spectrum of Perception
Ever since a very young age, Reese would sit alone in his room, lining up his toys over and over, always insisting on sameness, ignoring others around him and becoming irritated if forced to interact socially. Lack of interaction, lack of imitation, poor eye-contact, limited speech… it was all much more than simple introversion—his lack of social development became more apparent with each passing year.
The doctors called it ‘the autistic spectrum,’ a genetic disorder in which Reese displayed mild to moderate symptoms. He was placed into special classes at a young age, slowly being integrated into the world around him. Most people don’t need special help to accept their world. Then again, most people accepted the programmed reality of the Matrix.
The incidence of above average intelligence in autistic children is shown to be greater than originally thought, when compared to the general population. Shut within their own minds, however, many autistic children are lost to everyone but themselves. Lost within a Matrix they refuse to accept. The disease of autism is not a mental retardation, but a problem with perception. Reese's mind refused the Matrix on a massive scale, more than even most red-pills, and without any other sensary input to his brain he became lost within his own mind. Of course, he did not understand what he was doing, and niether did the doctors diagnosing him.
But Reese found a way out of the maze of his own mind, learning ways to accept the code without even realizing what he was doing. He always felt like he let a piece of himself be destroyed to get to that point. The lingering confusion always persisted in his mind, aching like a festering infection, one that wasn’t strong enough to kill him, but ever-present and completely debilitating.
He grew to be a quiet, sharp young man with an avid attraction to Philosophy, specifically that which dealt with metaphysics. His first dissertation, based upon his diagnosis and treatment of the autistic spectrum, was aptly named ‘The Spectrum of Perception.’
Part 2: the Lucid Dreamer
Excelling in academics, Reese found himself starting college at a young age. Though he was still very introverted and withdrawn, he found himself accepted within the crowd of liberal young students who protested just about everything possible - government, coporations, conservative values. It appealed to that young mind already bent towards the rejection of systems of control, and Reese found himself fighting against all kinds of systems: governments, corporations, the court house, even police. It was a war of words, his studies in philosophy and literature giving his pen more strength than a thousand swords. But within himself he knew that his war was misguided, with little real meaning behind youthful revolutions. It was his dreams that would lead him to the answer.
He always had vivid dreams. Exquisitely realistic dreams in which the input of the Matrix was lost, and he was once again alone in his own thoughts. He’d speak to man-sized puppets with strings that attached to hands of more puppets who in turn had strings attaching even more puppets, until the strings ended in a giant blackness miles above him. They would speak to him in voices and phrases just like those doctors and teachers that worked with him as a child—voices that brought his mind to accept ‘the world around him.’ He can’t fight these puppets, or even the puppets controlling them. He must see past the blackness, and find the source.
His only outlet remaining was his writing. After papers like ‘the Spectrum of Perception’, ‘the Faith of Science’, ‘Relativity’s Deception’ and ‘the Windows of the Mind,’ he had many publications and his name in many journals and college newspapers. Writing his last paper before his awakening, the seventeen-year-old boy wrote for three days and nights, his mind and demeanor reverting back to his autistic tendencies almost to the point of being unable to finish. But in the end, his masterpiece was completed—a hypothesis and discussion denying the existence of a physical world. ‘The Lucid Dreamer’ was published on philosophy websites across the world in less than a week.
Reese stayed within his dormitory, completely reverting to a severe autistic state, lost in his own mind. He had no contact with anyone or anything outside of his room for over a week… until the agents came for him.
Part 3: the Awakening
He has few memories of the time after his last publication. The faces of the agents, their cold monotone voices, his mother crying, metal bars of a jail cell. In the end, though, the agents found him to be harmless—an autistic human who finally cracked, far too gone to be a threat any longer. They were wrong.
The Machines weren’t the only ones to read ‘The Lucid Dreamer.’ Operatives of Zion contacted him only weeks after his release, and the words they whispered in his ear slowly pulled him out of his prison—a prison his own mind had built to block out the Matrix. He became aware of his surroundings once again, but for a much different reason then before. Like a wise man once said: “You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up.” The red pill was offered, and he accepted. But everyone there knew he was born with the red-pill in his hand, he just needed to be shown how to use it.
Reese woke up, born into a new life, reborn as Lucid.
I have read and agree with The Trust Code of Conduct.
Age: 29
Level: 11
Background:
Part 1: the Spectrum of Perception
Ever since a very young age, Reese would sit alone in his room, lining up his toys over and over, always insisting on sameness, ignoring others around him and becoming irritated if forced to interact socially. Lack of interaction, lack of imitation, poor eye-contact, limited speech… it was all much more than simple introversion—his lack of social development became more apparent with each passing year.
The doctors called it ‘the autistic spectrum,’ a genetic disorder in which Reese displayed mild to moderate symptoms. He was placed into special classes at a young age, slowly being integrated into the world around him. Most people don’t need special help to accept their world. Then again, most people accepted the programmed reality of the Matrix.
The incidence of above average intelligence in autistic children is shown to be greater than originally thought, when compared to the general population. Shut within their own minds, however, many autistic children are lost to everyone but themselves. Lost within a Matrix they refuse to accept. The disease of autism is not a mental retardation, but a problem with perception. Reese's mind refused the Matrix on a massive scale, more than even most red-pills, and without any other sensary input to his brain he became lost within his own mind. Of course, he did not understand what he was doing, and niether did the doctors diagnosing him.
But Reese found a way out of the maze of his own mind, learning ways to accept the code without even realizing what he was doing. He always felt like he let a piece of himself be destroyed to get to that point. The lingering confusion always persisted in his mind, aching like a festering infection, one that wasn’t strong enough to kill him, but ever-present and completely debilitating.
He grew to be a quiet, sharp young man with an avid attraction to Philosophy, specifically that which dealt with metaphysics. His first dissertation, based upon his diagnosis and treatment of the autistic spectrum, was aptly named ‘The Spectrum of Perception.’
Part 2: the Lucid Dreamer
Excelling in academics, Reese found himself starting college at a young age. Though he was still very introverted and withdrawn, he found himself accepted within the crowd of liberal young students who protested just about everything possible - government, coporations, conservative values. It appealed to that young mind already bent towards the rejection of systems of control, and Reese found himself fighting against all kinds of systems: governments, corporations, the court house, even police. It was a war of words, his studies in philosophy and literature giving his pen more strength than a thousand swords. But within himself he knew that his war was misguided, with little real meaning behind youthful revolutions. It was his dreams that would lead him to the answer.
He always had vivid dreams. Exquisitely realistic dreams in which the input of the Matrix was lost, and he was once again alone in his own thoughts. He’d speak to man-sized puppets with strings that attached to hands of more puppets who in turn had strings attaching even more puppets, until the strings ended in a giant blackness miles above him. They would speak to him in voices and phrases just like those doctors and teachers that worked with him as a child—voices that brought his mind to accept ‘the world around him.’ He can’t fight these puppets, or even the puppets controlling them. He must see past the blackness, and find the source.
His only outlet remaining was his writing. After papers like ‘the Spectrum of Perception’, ‘the Faith of Science’, ‘Relativity’s Deception’ and ‘the Windows of the Mind,’ he had many publications and his name in many journals and college newspapers. Writing his last paper before his awakening, the seventeen-year-old boy wrote for three days and nights, his mind and demeanor reverting back to his autistic tendencies almost to the point of being unable to finish. But in the end, his masterpiece was completed—a hypothesis and discussion denying the existence of a physical world. ‘The Lucid Dreamer’ was published on philosophy websites across the world in less than a week.
Reese stayed within his dormitory, completely reverting to a severe autistic state, lost in his own mind. He had no contact with anyone or anything outside of his room for over a week… until the agents came for him.
Part 3: the Awakening
He has few memories of the time after his last publication. The faces of the agents, their cold monotone voices, his mother crying, metal bars of a jail cell. In the end, though, the agents found him to be harmless—an autistic human who finally cracked, far too gone to be a threat any longer. They were wrong.
The Machines weren’t the only ones to read ‘The Lucid Dreamer.’ Operatives of Zion contacted him only weeks after his release, and the words they whispered in his ear slowly pulled him out of his prison—a prison his own mind had built to block out the Matrix. He became aware of his surroundings once again, but for a much different reason then before. Like a wise man once said: “You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up.” The red pill was offered, and he accepted. But everyone there knew he was born with the red-pill in his hand, he just needed to be shown how to use it.
Reese woke up, born into a new life, reborn as Lucid.
I have read and agree with The Trust Code of Conduct.
