Post by dreathon on May 19, 2008 11:51:26 GMT -5
((Disclaimers in next post, or feel free to read this part of the story first ))
He sat in the cockpit of the Machine hovercraft number twenty-seven. The machines did not care much for creating names for things but its human crew had named the hovercraft The Protector. Outside the view ports he could see the insect like repair robots hovering and crawling around the hull of the ship, repairing the damage done by an encounter with an EPN hovercraft. The ship had only been his home for a couple of years now but it was the only home in the real world he had ever known.
He called himself Kiyomori, in honor of a Samurai who rebelled against his Emperor. He was small of stature but made up for this in presence. His appearance was strongly Japanese including flowing black hair tied together. Having been born in a pod he did not know if his heritage was Japanese but it was what he had grown up as in the Matrix.
“Those things always creep me out,” said a soft voice beside him, causing him to turn to look at her. Her name was Chance. She was even smaller than he was but she was very strong for her size yet still graceful enough to defeat him every so often in hand to hand combat. She was also incredibly beautiful.
Relationships were difficult living on a hovercraft. There was no privacy and it seemed like he was always plugged in running some critical mission for the machines. That did not stop it from happening, part of what makes us human is our attachments and he would die before he let anything happen to her.
“We were all taught when growing up that if we see a machine we need to hide until it goes away,” she continued. “Now we are going to the machines for repairs.”
He smiled at her reassuringly and took her hand. She looked back at him with one of those heart melting smiles of hers.
“You’ve talked with Agent Grey and Agent Pace over the phone,” He said. “And you know just like I do that the machines are only trying to protect humanity.”
He had been brought into the real world by Agent Pace who had been assisted by the crew of this ship. The Agent showed him humanity’s history of war and how humans fought not only the machines but each other at the time when the machines created the Matrix to protect them from our own violent tendencies. Since he was too independent to live his life out in the Matrix in peace he had been chosen by the machines to help them protect the Matrix from the humans that had broken away and from the rogue programs that had been created because the machines were not perfect either. The recent encounter with the EPN hovercraft was enough to prove that humans had lost their violent nature.
“I know,” she said. “Agent Grey is so focused on maintaining stability and Agent Pace is so understanding of human needs, working with the Agents now is like working with people but those machines…” She waved a hand at a hovering repair machine while the rhythmic clanking of a multi legged robot reverberated through the hull. “They are cold and uncaring. If a person gets in their way while they are doing repairs and is killed it doesn’t matter to them.”
“Machines have always been dangerous,” He said. “But they will not go out of their way to kill you, as long as you respect them they are not dangerous.”
“I know,” she said, gripping his hand tighter. “It’s just…”
The Matrix line rang, interrupting her. She let go of his hand to grab the headset and answered.
“Operator… Yes he is… One moment please… Transmission received… Hovercraft Twenty-Seven out.”
“That was Agent Pace,” she said, standing up and heading to the Matrix Interface room. “She needs you personally for an emergency mission.”
He stood up and quickly followed her. Our normal contact for missions was Agent Grey, Agent pace rarely contacted us and never contacted an individual. This must be important.
((Ack, apologies for the occasional first person. I've been writing some stories based around an individual so I've been using the first person but this story is not based around Kiyomori, he is just one of the main characters...))
He sat in the cockpit of the Machine hovercraft number twenty-seven. The machines did not care much for creating names for things but its human crew had named the hovercraft The Protector. Outside the view ports he could see the insect like repair robots hovering and crawling around the hull of the ship, repairing the damage done by an encounter with an EPN hovercraft. The ship had only been his home for a couple of years now but it was the only home in the real world he had ever known.
He called himself Kiyomori, in honor of a Samurai who rebelled against his Emperor. He was small of stature but made up for this in presence. His appearance was strongly Japanese including flowing black hair tied together. Having been born in a pod he did not know if his heritage was Japanese but it was what he had grown up as in the Matrix.
“Those things always creep me out,” said a soft voice beside him, causing him to turn to look at her. Her name was Chance. She was even smaller than he was but she was very strong for her size yet still graceful enough to defeat him every so often in hand to hand combat. She was also incredibly beautiful.
Relationships were difficult living on a hovercraft. There was no privacy and it seemed like he was always plugged in running some critical mission for the machines. That did not stop it from happening, part of what makes us human is our attachments and he would die before he let anything happen to her.
“We were all taught when growing up that if we see a machine we need to hide until it goes away,” she continued. “Now we are going to the machines for repairs.”
He smiled at her reassuringly and took her hand. She looked back at him with one of those heart melting smiles of hers.
“You’ve talked with Agent Grey and Agent Pace over the phone,” He said. “And you know just like I do that the machines are only trying to protect humanity.”
He had been brought into the real world by Agent Pace who had been assisted by the crew of this ship. The Agent showed him humanity’s history of war and how humans fought not only the machines but each other at the time when the machines created the Matrix to protect them from our own violent tendencies. Since he was too independent to live his life out in the Matrix in peace he had been chosen by the machines to help them protect the Matrix from the humans that had broken away and from the rogue programs that had been created because the machines were not perfect either. The recent encounter with the EPN hovercraft was enough to prove that humans had lost their violent nature.
“I know,” she said. “Agent Grey is so focused on maintaining stability and Agent Pace is so understanding of human needs, working with the Agents now is like working with people but those machines…” She waved a hand at a hovering repair machine while the rhythmic clanking of a multi legged robot reverberated through the hull. “They are cold and uncaring. If a person gets in their way while they are doing repairs and is killed it doesn’t matter to them.”
“Machines have always been dangerous,” He said. “But they will not go out of their way to kill you, as long as you respect them they are not dangerous.”
“I know,” she said, gripping his hand tighter. “It’s just…”
The Matrix line rang, interrupting her. She let go of his hand to grab the headset and answered.
“Operator… Yes he is… One moment please… Transmission received… Hovercraft Twenty-Seven out.”
“That was Agent Pace,” she said, standing up and heading to the Matrix Interface room. “She needs you personally for an emergency mission.”
He stood up and quickly followed her. Our normal contact for missions was Agent Grey, Agent pace rarely contacted us and never contacted an individual. This must be important.
((Ack, apologies for the occasional first person. I've been writing some stories based around an individual so I've been using the first person but this story is not based around Kiyomori, he is just one of the main characters...))