USH'S MATRIX GAME- Zion play thread.

"Oracle is a programme as well."- Melkor adds this point for consideration.

"Yeah she is isn't see," Berserker looks into his glass. "Sometimes I wonder whether it really is human against machine."

"I don't think any of this is as simple as just being 'man vs machine'." San comments. "I mean, last time we were fighting against Melitus and this time we wouldn't have succeeded without him..."

"So we are fighting against opression, not against Machines as a type of sentient beings?"

"Maybe who knows," Berserker takes a swig. "Either way though we did a good thing today and saved a lot of lives."

"I just think that this fight isn't as straight-forward as most think it is. Not all of the Machines are out to get humanity. The Oracle directly helps us out. Melitus, whatever his plans are, certainly doesn't seem to want to see humanity killed off. There's much more to all of this than any of us have seen, and we've seen more than the majority." San says, thoughtfully. "We just can't really take things at face value."

"I agree San," Berserker takes a drink. "Heck we wouldn't have even had a chance to stop the Virus if it wasn't for the King, and who really though Lo Qi was as crazy as he was when we first met him."

"I find it likely that Sennacherib is no longer...functional?" Mors says, grasping for a word.

"With the number of sentinels he had? I doubt he's in one piece anymore."

Mors nods.

"Yeah you guys are probably right," Berserker says. "Still I liked the guy, would have enjoyed speaking to him again."

Hawk runs a hand through his hair, wincing. "Whoa, all this thinking is making my head hurt..." He glances at his glass. "And the booze isn't helping, either."

"Hey, fighting requires thinking if you want to live for longer than thirty seconds." San replies, taking a drink. "Also...lightweight."

"Fighting doesn't require thinking about whether the guys I'm fighting are good, or bad, or something else." Hawk argues. "Also... should you even be drinking, Miss Drugged-Up?"

"Generally by the time you're in a fight, that sort of thinking is pointless. Still doesn't mean that you can hope to survive without using your brain at all." San calmly replies. "And probably not, but I think I have a pretty good excuse for doing so, so I don't plan on stopping."

"That's what I was saying, genius. I can think just fine. Just not with all this 'are they really our enemies' shit." He grimaces.

"You know, I generally don't bother with all of that stuff myself, but it's mostly because I'm too busy trying to figure out how to keep everyone else alive while getting stuff done...not because it's brain-breaking stuff."

"Hey, I'm new to this stuff, alright? Lay off..." He leans back grumpily.

"Oh, you'll get used to it. Well, not that you really have any choice in that department..." San says. "Just remember that nothing we do is normal and you'll be good."

"We're all insane and do insane stuff on a minutely basis. Got it." Hawk smirks.