USH'S MATRIX GAME FIFTH ASSIGNMENT (PHILOSOPHY PATH)- 'The Reason'

Now say it backwards... 😛

The Xiao Emo rolls +4... that's definitely a hit, and +1 on your death chekc is not enough, Heph. With a final twirl, the Xiao Emo slashes with with the right-hand blade, the teeth cutting deep across your front, and you go down.

so how do they come in now?

😑

Heph falls to the ground as the teeth bit into him. Hitting the ground, he tries pull himself to the door.

neh..i'm pretty sure, once you're down...you can't do anything

Indeedy; you can contribute nothing more useful once you are down (and even if you could, the Xiao Emo would just kill you).

The Xiao Emo smiles and bends down, running a hand down along your side, a pitch-black tongue snaking out of his mouth, and teeth as sharp as that on his weapon showing...

...when Medea comes around the corner. At first, all she can do is double-take.

Persepolis

The alarms in the background blared out.

"How long?" asked Marduk. Finn made some calculations, as he watched the incoming signatures on the scope.

"Just over ninety seconds. I can man the turret?"

"We're not shooting our way out of this one. How long do we need?"

"Five minutes, maybe more. And that's if they have a clear run to the exit." Marduk thought for a few moments.

"We're taking off," he said. He headed back to the cockpit. "We're fast enough to do this..."

"We can't go in circles," said Finn. "And we can't stay at the broadcast point if we run..."

"I know," said Marduk. "Keep an eye on things..."

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Rade and Castor- as Jericho sheaths his sword, there is activity to yuor right. One of the tubes- containing Loomis- has started to bubble.

Jericho motions Rade* and Castor* to step back.

"Superior strategic manoeuvering," says Jericho. "Relocation to a place of safety, where survival is assured. Only rational."

ooh...so when they die, one of these replicas replaces them.
but then....how can i know they're not ALL mere images of the original ones

Are you asking me or him?

i can talk?

To a limited extent.

well then yeah..i'ma sking him

He smiles.

"I know," he says.

"so that's it, eh?...you're just....residual"

"Meaningless," says Jericho. "I'm alive, which is more than you will be soon. Though in a way, you will live forever."

"no you're not alive. that's the point. you just..are"

"Again," says Jericho, drawing his sword once more. "Meaningless. Ignorant and clueless. You underestimate mankind's genius."

"Listen, Jay. Main man. Dog. Homie. Whats the point? Why make copies of us? First if they were real copies they'd never follow your orders and two...whats the point? You've got your team, and you just took me and rade apart yourself. So whats the deal..?"

Random coughs plagued his speech as he lay on his back, breathing shallow, blood running over his body. A single hand lay on his stomach as he felt the wound Jericho had dealt him. It was hot, the blood running still. He was becoming tired, but trying his best to cling to life. Perhaps the enlightened mind was better equipped for dealing with death than one still dependant on the matrix, who knows. He didnt feel like getting too philosophical while he was on the verge of death.

Castor* will answer that one.

"I'm perfectly real," says Castor*. "And you would do the same if you were me. We all want to live."

"yes, you all are real. but nowhere near the same as the guy sitting on that chair with the plug in his head"