Post by Trecker on Apr 16, 2007 21:43:45 GMT -8
The first time I had... jacked-in in ages... Something felt strange with my RSI, and immediately I knew something was wrong... I had met an assassin by the name of Marka, and somehow, he figured out which ship we were operating on. So when everyone had gone for the night, it was only me and our operator on the ship, well, awake anyway. He was doing his thing, whatever that is, reading the matrix, as I laid there in the chair, but in the matrix, more was happening... I, well, my RSI was thinking of something so vague I can't even remember it now. When all of a sudden, I heard a slight scream, in the real, how I heard it, I don't know, someone had just been killed though. I could not have escaped. But it was Marka, he was toying with me...
He cut off my leg while I was in the chair!, damn that little bastard... Somehow he had made me lose voice... How? I have no idea. But luckily someone, I don't know who, came and managed to chase him off, keeping pressure on my leg as I lay unconscious of what was happening. RSI,... Residual Self Image... it can change if you allow your mind to. I had heard things on the ship for some reason, so my mind imagined something... but then, without any control, my voice went.. Poof...
And my leg... gone. I lost some blood but managed to rip off my shirt and supply pressure to it..
It happened when I was out killing gangs at the dead of night..
Just... enjoying myself and keeping others safe from their so called 'tyranny', if they had anything or anyone to rule..
Then it started... my leg! Oh I feel the pain now...
I can imagine the pain so clearly..
Then... a sudden jackout, I was safe...
or so I thought...
I was rushed to Zion in an emergency. They gave me a new leg, but I couldn't talk, I could not thank them...
And how I'm talking to you know, how you can hear this... this is not my voice, It is a recording of my voice with replaced words, I never got how this worked, heh. Maybe it's connected to my Neural-patterns and what I'm trying to say, but right now... my voice is gone, it may never appear again...
I went out... onto the surface, and tested out my new leg, I punched a few rocks, kicked some, and tried to yell, but all that came out was air and gasps. Walked miles to make sure it would work, and it did, so I went back to the base.
And ends this story for now... and before this one ended, another began.
He cut off my leg while I was in the chair!, damn that little bastard... Somehow he had made me lose voice... How? I have no idea. But luckily someone, I don't know who, came and managed to chase him off, keeping pressure on my leg as I lay unconscious of what was happening. RSI,... Residual Self Image... it can change if you allow your mind to. I had heard things on the ship for some reason, so my mind imagined something... but then, without any control, my voice went.. Poof...
And my leg... gone. I lost some blood but managed to rip off my shirt and supply pressure to it..
It happened when I was out killing gangs at the dead of night..
Just... enjoying myself and keeping others safe from their so called 'tyranny', if they had anything or anyone to rule..
Then it started... my leg! Oh I feel the pain now...
I can imagine the pain so clearly..
Then... a sudden jackout, I was safe...
or so I thought...
I was rushed to Zion in an emergency. They gave me a new leg, but I couldn't talk, I could not thank them...
And how I'm talking to you know, how you can hear this... this is not my voice, It is a recording of my voice with replaced words, I never got how this worked, heh. Maybe it's connected to my Neural-patterns and what I'm trying to say, but right now... my voice is gone, it may never appear again...
I went out... onto the surface, and tested out my new leg, I punched a few rocks, kicked some, and tried to yell, but all that came out was air and gasps. Walked miles to make sure it would work, and it did, so I went back to the base.
And ends this story for now... and before this one ended, another began.