USH'S MATRIX GAME 2006 FOURTH ASSIGNMENT (PHILOSOPHY)- 'The Door'

No, they are presumably in contemplation. Why bnother leaving? Nowhere to go.

"Make sure nobody follows us," Heph says, revving the engine before tearing away from the Monastery, as fast as humanly possible.

Azrael is in the car.

The Fortress, then.

And here you are, beneath its high walls... impossibly high walls once more.

You feel unwell. Some of you have been vomiting blood. But as the Oracle said, you seem to feel better when you are focussed on doing something.

The door is ahead of you.

Heph will pull the off-roading vehicle to a halt, then dismounts.

"Let's get this over with," Heph says, approaching the door. He takes a deep breath, then pushes it open and walks in.

Klez will give the order for those of us with guns to have them drawn and ready, then follows Heph.

Berserker will follow the group

The door swings in...

... to produce the long corridor leading in, as before. It's clear of bad things.

"Let`s go then." -Melkor speaks with grim desperation.

Nothing of any great event seems to happen to you guys before reaching the Main Hall.

The room is silent. The battles are not playing.

So we just move from it, carefully. Is the throne empty?

Nope...

"King, we meet again... were you expecting us?"

The vast, shadowy figure stands from his throne.

"It was possible," he says. "Not an event so unexpected I was not ready. Yet something has changed about you."

"We had gained some understanding..... but the price was too great."

"You took the risk willingly."

He takes several paces forwards. he is at least half again as high as any of you, impossibly well built. His single eye narrows as he looks you over.

"Yes... I see..."

His voice still booms and echoes, with the confidence and grandeur of a God.

"Still looking good as ever Big Guy," Berserker says looking up to his eye.

"I think you know why we have come."

Heph looks up into the terrible eye of his foe.

"We did indeed," Heph says. "We opened the door and released the Virus. Am I right to assume that you are its creator?"

Sirin keeps her guns ready, pointed to the ground. She watches Sennacherib, wary of his movements.

Sennacherib's arm shoots forwards and grabs Heph's head, moving it around and looking into your eyes.

"Yes... beautiful..." he comments.