Rumblings of the Dr9gon

Thursday, April 28, 2005

....

Whoever did it...You are going to pay, and pay dearly. If I find you, I swear to god, you will pay for the rest of your miserable life, you son of a bitch. Don't let me find you first, Asshole.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Fire Bad!

So, aparently, someone uploaded the "All-Time Great Horror Movies" Program into the Matrix. This whole place is turning into Transylvania. Vampires, Werewolves, and the French, Oh My!

So, here's the skinny...Vamps and the Lupines decided they were sick of the Frog, so they decided to rise up and try to take over. The redpills taught them that trying to start shit is a bad thing, and firmly slapped the crap out of them. So they tried to ally with the rest of populace and get Everyone to try and kill the Merv. Didn't work so well. There was a rogue element, this Invalesco guy, which sounds like a crappy foriegn car. Some vamp who thought he could wear the Daddy Pants and take over the world. He's dead now. The leaders of the bats and puppies are back on the Merv's leash....all is back to normal in the circus I call home.

Well, on to other news. People, for some reason, are dropping like flies around me. It seems that I'm very good at bringing the pain, even to my companions. I guess I'm just lousy at protecting people.

I've been spending a lot of time in the Yuki Construct...getting in touch with my digital roots I guess. It just feels right, it's so beautiful. Hard to beleive it's just code.

Jan's gone...not going to talk about it.

Had a second "date" with Hab the other night. I really, really like her. And I can't seem to get her out of my head. I hate this constant nagging feeling of inadequacy that accompanies thoughts of her. Like I'm not good enough for her, and she's going to see that and kick me to the curb. Just nervous about it I guess. In the year since I've been awakened I havent really had much of a romantic life. I should shut up or I'll jinx the whole thing.

Been feeling like Wyatt Earp lately. I found a pair of revolvers lying around, and I've been getting pretty good with them. Duster and white hat, twin revolvers......Yea, I need a tin star.

Well. I think that's about it, aside from Skinner's choice of beverages. So, until next time, don't get bit.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Ripples.

No, not nipples, you friggin' retard. Ripples. Like in a pond.....

Ok, so a few things have happened, and I'm not quite sure how to feel about them.

Jan is getting reinserted...I mean, I'm happy that she's going to be happy, but at the same time it feels like I'm losing a sister....again.

I just hope she remembers some things. It would be nice to be able to talk to her once in a while, she was cool.

Hab finally got back to me. Aparently she's been getting an increased workload aboard her ship, so I feel kinda stupid for thinking she hated me. Granted, she could still hate me, but at least she returned my calls. I found her, and while I'm out and about on the "863" I'm going to stop by and see if I can smooth things over. PLus I wanted to show her the construct I got from Johnny.

I managed to get myself promoted, somehow. First Mate aboard The Words. I have no idea how, but I'm not going to turn it down. Transfering ships now, using the 863 to get from one to the other and run some errands in between. I wonder what it's going to be like being more than just the repairman. I guess I'll find out. All I know thusfar is I'm crewing with Beggar and Shelly...I have no idea who else is aboard the Words. Well....I have to spruce up for my "date" with Hab. Wouldn't want her to see me in these old rags....I've got much newer rags to put on.....Man, I hate the "real".

Monday, April 18, 2005

Partying is Such Sweet Sorrow

Ok, it's been a little while, but I've been having "Me time" so kiss my ass, you aren't paying me to write this thing.

Where to start....
First, I should probably explain last week...My Birthday....yay...
I got a visit from an old friend...well, not actually still a friend, but he used to be a friend. He stopped being a friend the day he knocked on my door and told me he was ordered to kill me and I had 5 days to live. Thankfully I proved him wrong, thanks to my sister giving me the red pill the day before my time was up.
So anyway, here we are, 1 year later. I wasn't suposed to live to see my 23rd birthday, and I almost didnt live through it. Johnny, my former friend, aparently got upset that I didnt die...the 863 organization doesnt take kindly to a hitman's first failure. He told me they cut off his pinky and stripped away his honor. Anyway, so I'm having a nice dinner with my sister, and I hear Johnny calling...in the "Real". He, aparently, got so obsessed with me because I got away, that he managed to get himself unflugged, comandeer a hovercraft, and track me down to try and kill me. As you can plainly tell...he didnt succeed.
So yea, I killed one of my best friends (he was my only frind, really, when I was a bluepill) on my birthday.....and I didn't really feel bad about it. Which, of course, made me feel horrible. It's that whole "Honorable Duel" thing....I helped him reclaim his honor by assist with his seppukku...something I've never done before, and never want to do again. There's something about slicing off your friends head while he disembowels himself that just...isnt all that pleasant.

And yes, I have been drinking this morning.

Partying a lot lately. Feels pretty good, actually. Having lots of fun, meeting new people, flirting with new girls....I must say I've become a bit of a comical pimp as of late. I'm just glad these girls can take a joke. However, with all the fun I've been having, I still feel a bit shitty. Why, you ask? Why does Dr9gon, the Mack-Daddy Machinist feel bad? ....Hab hasn't returned my calls. I think I fucked up bad. Let me explain...

Friday night there was a party at Paralaxis, which Hab and I attended. Unfortuantely, though I can be the mack when it comes to hitting on girls as a joke...I have no talent for anything passed a few cheesy lines with a girl I genuinely like and want to have more of a relationship with than a quick pony and cigarette. So, what did I do to make up for my shortcomings? I tried to be suave, and failed miserably. At the end of the night she told me to "Try being more myself next time" and then took off. No goodnight kis, no hug, not even a fucking handshake..... Honestly I would've prefered if she had just slapped me...at least then I wouldnt be wondering what the hell the next move was. I tried talking to Jan about it....but she's a girl, and gave me absolutely no help...but at least she listened to me babble, that helped.

I'll never fucking understand women. They want you to "be yourself", but when you're yourself, they want nothing to do with you. They say they want a "Sensitive man" but when you're sensitive, they cry on your shoulder and go sleep with an asshole that treats them like shit. They say "confidence is the key" but when you show confidence, they want someone who's unsure of himself. And when you try to give them the "sense of humor" they want, they laugh at you and go somewhere else. ARGH!!!

Been hanging out with Dasha a lot lately. She's a pretty solid chick, if a bit odd. She made it into No Exit, which I'm pleased with. We managed to find her "brother", strangely enough. Aparently the same guy who programmed her huerisic AI used it to make another program. Weird. So anyway, we've been hanging out, doing missions, drinking, dancing, flirting. I can't tell if her advances are, like mine, just for fun. Or if she serisouly wants some of the Dr9gon. Personally, my money is on "just for fun". Girls love to tease the Dr9gon.

Which brings me to Nepthys....
I met Nepthys through the grapevine of Hovercraft communication. She was the one who invited me to my first party, for which I'm eternally grateful. Sadly, I haven't had the oportunity to spend much time with her, as she's always mobbed by men and women of her faction. She's, aparently, very popular. I see why though. Aside from her being unbeleivably hot, she's just damn cool. SHe can put up with my flirting, and even dish it back out pretty well, too. Though, point 1 goes to me for making her shiver and giving her goosebumps. I'm so proud of that, I thought I had lost my touch. Anyway, she aparently just turned 20, so as a birthday present, I offered to touch up her tattoo. It was looking a little ragged from all the wear and tear on our RSI's. So, I'm getting ready to re-ink her, and her usual cloud of people is, of course, buzzing around her. And then she starts flipping out...I have no idea what's going on. And I'm staying out of it. She has enough people fighting over the chance to wipe her ass and make her happy, I'll just get in the way. Though, I do hope I can help in some way...even if it's just with the tattoo.

Oh well.

Sorry to jump around so much, but like I siad, I've been drinking, and I'm a little out of it.

The other night, at a CvC party...I finally learned what it felt like to want to kill yourself for following orders. Let me break it down like a fraction for you... Amnesty, every faction wants her, no one has been able to get her. Being the nice guy I am, I've talked to her before, she's a super-solid chick, and for some strange reason, she actually respects me for hammering out that truce. Anyway, we're partying, and I invite her, because I enjoy her company. So, Veneer gives me an order, and like a fucking monkey in a helmet, I follow it. I feel awful about it too....but boss-lady thinks I'm the fucking man. Not only did I go back on my promise to the CvC that bringing my crew to the party wasnt going to turn it into a recruiting drive....but I think I fucked up that poor girls mind. Sometimes I wonder why I bother..Can't seem to do something right without fucking something else up these days.

Oh, and I tried that whole "sleeping while jacked in" thing...works great. I'm just glad I had a few bags of IV fluids to hook up so I wouldnt get parched or hungry. But man, when I woke up I had to take the biggest leak I've ever had to in my life! The sleep was great though.

So, before I go, I'm just going to publicize some aspirations. I think I might have to go into the business of "Club Owner". I'm looking at the Succubus Club as an acquisition. I think it might be fun to own a club, hold parties, and generally be more imporant than just "The guys who makes bitching drinks and fixes shit on the Being". Might be a future in it for me.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Happy Birthday To Me

....yea......real happy..........


Sometimes I hate myself......fucker....

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

.....yay.....

So, last night was a bust. Well, not totally, but enough to royally suck.

The day started out pretty uneventfully, coding up some clothes for Nepthys. Actually I enjoyed doing that, it's nice to be able to help out a pretty girl. Especially if she's modelling vinyl pants and leather mini-skirts. And it's nice to know that my name is on her ass when she's wearing my handiwork.

But I digress...

After that, I spent some time organizing my archives...that was fun....made a dent, but no real progress.

Nicho and I spanked some N30 AG3NTS for a while, and then we split.

After that, I ended up teaming up with a few new No Exit potentials and Yellow PIll recipients....2 cute girls, to be specific. Good folk those 2....though the russian one is a bit weird...I think Veneer would have a field day with her. Anyway, we decide to clean up a negative element of exiles that have been causing some problems in Zia, so we go stomp their heads in like good little soldiers. My neuraljack gives out partway through and the whole team gets wiped clean.....then we try again, and all of a sudden I get an emergency transmission my my sis telling me she has to talk to me and that I need to jack-out. So...wouldn't you know it...my neuraljack, again, gives out, and IM stuck in the bowels of this exile haven. I got out, thanks to egg-head....but I got him whacked by a mob of the angry programs.

Plus, I didnt get my date. Oh well....hopefully tonight will be better....Maybe I can convince someone to throw me a birthday party.

As for tomorow....no promises on a blog. I asked the boss for some shore leave so I could spend some time with my sister on my birthday. Frankly I think they're glad to be rid of me...I seem to be getting on everyone's bad side as of late. Oh well..fuck 'em....I'm gonna be me, whether they like it or not.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Cause I'm the Man

Big news on all fronts....well...all fronts that I care about anyway.

First and foremost, Parties. I went to a couple of winners this weekend. I still maintain that CvC throws the best, but I have to say, Winter Brood's anniversary party was a blast as wel...until the Agents crashed it, but more on that later.

Met some really cool people in the last few days. Think I might have even gotten a date, which is always fun. Of all the girls to hit it off with....a Tetragrammaton member? Weird, but it works. I dig this chick, a lot. I hope I don't fuck things up too badly.

Ok....the False Agents, remember those asshats? Yea...they got an upgrade. Ok, here's the deal. The Oracle contacted all redpills, an open broadcast...pretty ballsy if you ask me. SHe told us that all the RSI Fragments we have been hording are useles without people to reassemble them. So, enter the Shapers. Old as dirt program that have been around since the beginning of the matrix. They stay hidden until they want to be found. Well guess what...they wanted to be found. SO, the Oracle tells us to protect these Shapers from the unknown source. So what happens? The Shapers become a ball in a hellish game of inter-organization football. ANd of course....someone missplaced one. So, we screwed up, and the unknown source got a Shaper. Yay. They've been upgraded. So, here we are, partying, annd all of a sudden, all 3 controllers begin contacting all redpill....Niobe and the Merovingian were speaking with Machinists...it was creepy. Anyway, apparently the N30 AG3Nts (THe upgrades) were apparently attacking en masse and destabilizing the matrix. So, basically, we humans learned how to set aside differences really quick. We stomped the crap out of them, but they had already ruined the party...so it died out from there.

But there is a happy part. Before all this, I managed to call together the heads of some of the major factions from all 3 sides. We had some peace talks, and, in short, hammered out a cease-fire and an Alliance. Cool, huh? So, we have peace, at least as long as we all have a common enemy. Frankly, I'm surprised the meeting went so well. Seems that everyone was very warm to the idea of openning up the channels of communication. Lots of very honorable folk here in the matrix, it was good to sit down and chat. So, after we got our peace on, we all went to the Winter Brood's anniversary party and had a blast, until the agents showed up.

So, it's been a very entertaining weekend, with lots of good things coming from it. As a matter of fact, it was so good, I actually slept last night without the aid of entirely too much alcohol. I got up this morning, and Enjoyed my breakfast of glop. That was creepy. All in all, I'm a very happy Dr9gon.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Cut the Green Wire

So, disaster averted....wel, more or less. The Unknown Source that was sending out messages mysteriously stopped. I think the Machines are trying to find the source internally, and it's running away. Had a meeting with Skinner last night...He gave us "Standard Agent Answer v. 1.1". Basically that this was all Morpheus' doing, and maybe the Merovingian had a hand in it as well. It's bullshit. He's covering for a fuck-up on the machine end that they don't want to own up to. It's Smith and Neo, I know it.

And, of course, like the good little puppets we are, we swallowed everything Skinner said. "Get more RSI fragments then the other factions"....Gee...thanks for that brilliant and sagely advice...dick. I can't beleive that 2 factions just sat there and nodded their heads like good little Yes-men. I don't get it. Our faction leader is a smart cookie, she's got mad balls....what the hell? I've given her multiple theories, and she didn't run any of them by Skinner.

New Resolution...next time I have confirmation that Gray is in the matrix, I'm meeting with him myself....fuck this beaurocratic bullshit.

And then, as if this wasn't a bad enough night, Eunoia decides that we need uniforms....something with Yellow in it....so she gets some of the guys to put on some jackets, and they end up looking like Broadway Blackwoods....then she tries some weird Biker Boyz jacket, and that looks awful too.....I don't get it...what happened to just putting on a nice suit?

Fuck it, I need a drink.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Tic...tic...tic...

So...aparently we have approximately 2 hours until the end of the world....Maybe I should call The Inquirer.

Messages from an unknown source permeated the matrix last night. Something about "Contraband" and suchlike. Basically, this "unknown source" wants some "contraband code" back from us humans within 12 hours (2 now) or they will kil us all. "Platoon Leaders" have aparently been dispatched to make sure we comply.

These platoon leaders, are, aparently, those creepy red-eyed agents. Pussies compared to the real thing, but still scary. 1 showed up last night at Mara central and just started blasted to prove their point. They killed someone named Jutz...and I don't mean forced him to auto-jack-out...I mean disabled his auto-jackout and just plain iced him.

I'm scared, and I'm not too macho to admit it. But I'm not scared for me....I'm worried about my crew, my faction, and all the other people that jack in every day to try and make the world a better place (however they beleive they can do that). A lot of human and Exile lives might be lost in the next 2 hours...I hope we can figure out a way to prevent it.

Everyone seemed to think that this message came from the machines...but we received confirmation from Gray that this was untrue. We tried to figure out what else could be causing it, but so far we have nothing.....Well...Almost. I have a theory.

In my research to figure out what this might be, I stumbled across record of the "Smith Infestation." Smith was an agent, thought destroyed by Neo...but aparently their coding got crossed and it made Smith some sort of self-replicating Agent Virus with a god complex.
In searching further along this line, I found that Smith was destroyed, again, by Neo, shortly before the truce was ennacted. And I've also found data speculating that the Red-Eyed Agents I've seen around, even before this incident, were "backwash" from the Smith Infestation.

So basically....My theory is that Smith is back..and he wants something. That something he wants, I beleive, is a fragment of code that Niobe stole frm a Machine building last week. Word around the rumormill is that the Code contains information on the whereabouts of Neo's body. That clicks with Smith's M.O. He got beat down twice by the same guy...it only makes sense that he would try and get revenge somehow...even if it was just assimilating his remains.

There is my theory....and if I'm right, and Smith is involved....I'm out.....I'm not messing with that.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Wild Weekend

Well, it certainly has been an interesting couple of days.

Where to begin...

Aparently, I've been labelled as the Being's "Information Specialist", which is certainly interesting. All I really did was pay attention to details. But I'll take what I can get, these days.

So, some serious shit went down the other night. A big cloak-and-dager affair that I can't go into much detail regarding, for security reasons. Suffice it to say, I've been told that the whole mess has been worked out, we just have to report in, and all should be well.
As far as damages caused by the whole thing? That still remains to be seen.

I'm worried about the kid, honestly. This whole thing kinda came down right on her head. And she's been getting the third degree from the crew about it, and I think she's about to crack. Personally, I think what she did was very honorable, and I respect her for it. And I damn sure don't think it did any harm. I won't go into what happened, but she did the right thing, despite what some of her crewmates think. SHe's young, and she's going through a lot, and it's not exactly like she has anyone to talk to about it...she's got plenty of crewmates, but I don't think she has a single friend. Kinda sad.

Veneeer is getting a little bit more confusin as well. I first thought he was just...well..an asshole. A very skilled ashole, but an asshole. But lately...I don't know...He seems like an ok guy. I think he's become an ass cause people keep thinking he's some mindless, uncaring machine. After he almost threw me off a building, I think he had a breakthrough though. Who knows, maybe if he warms up a little, he might actualy make a friend or two (if he doesn't throw them off a building first).

I'm rambling again, but I guess that's alright. I've had a rough couple of days, I deserve to vent.

On the positive side of things, I finally nailed that Jump program. That was a relief. I felt like some sort of super hero or something. I felt great! What a way to unwind. I finaly got the hang of it, and went hopping around last night. Screw therapy, Jumping will cure what ails you.

Anyway. Time to go handle the menial, day-day tasks abord the ship; checking datastreams, monitoring transmission, checking the systems. I guess being the "information specialist" isn't all perks, eh?

Friday, April 01, 2005

Page One Party

So...as you may have read in the Sentinel, there was a pretty big throw-down in Tabor Park last night. The paper said it was a war between rival drug cartels...Personally I don't think they have half a brain among there whole staff. Drug wars do not take place in the middle of an industrial park....they take place near warehouses and airfeilds, well away from the city, to ensure that the police will not get there before they can escape. Think, people, think!

But I digress. I met the crew last night, formally. I got to meet the kid, Janissary, whose blog is linked from here. She's a cute kid, it's a shame the shit she has to go through. Sucks that she can't "go home" to the nice cushy life I'm sure she had before. Pretty sick thing to have happen to a minor. At least my life was going to shit to begin with, she had all of hers ahead of her.

Listen to me...I'm going off like an old man. Jesus Christ, I need a release. I hate having to jack out....No smokes, hardly anything to drink. Luckily I managed to keep my stash from Zion. It's not much, but it helps after a rough night. Now if only I could find a damn cigarette. I'm nicking so hard I'm tempted to roll my boot up in a blanket and fire it up.

Well, at least Jonesy helped me set up a terminal in here. A little present I "procured" from the last craft I was on. I can look in on what our operator is doing, as well as our folks who are jacked in, which is always fun. Makes it easier to sleep, too, if there's a glowing monitor and the whirl of a processor fan in the room. Not that I sleep much anyway. Never have. But once in a while it's nice to rack out for a while.

Ah well, looks like jonesy is setting someone up to jack in. Wonder who it is.