04-28-2016, 09:04 PM
Matrix took a deep breath, and managed to control his breathing. The sight had rocked him to his core, but as came down from the adrenaline high he began to feel functions other than the primal need to make the criminal suffer. Only then could he look around and survey the corpses of the bandits that had once populated this lively encampment.
It had been another moment where he scared himself. At his core, he was good. He may have wandered from his guardian programming, but in his time as a renegade he’d still worked to make systems better and safer, just in his own way. He’d always told himself it was what he had to do, in order to survive. AndrAIa, and later Bob, had agreed. Yet in moments like these, he became something else. Good and evil went out the window. The man had paid for his crime, but was Matrix killing himself in the process? And even more, was it worth sacrificing his own soul to save others’?
“Green,” Matrix looked to the sand as he responded to his newest Prime friend. “Yea. I can see it.”
He took another focusing breath, and watched the two secondaries. AndrAIA wouldn’t approve of this. She would draw the line at desecrating the fallen like this, no matter what they’d done. She’d tell him they needed to rise up. To him it wasn’t so bad, though, and that was what truly scared him. He didn’t know what he’d become if he let himself wander too far away from AndrAIa for too long.
He shook his head. It was time to get back to Cinnabar. He’d been away for far too long. He’d need to get his bearings back and refresh. This had been more taxing that he’d expected. Still, he’d made sure he could get in touch with his new allies again, should he need them, or the other way around.
“Muad’dib,” Matrix said, looking up from the carnage, finally. “It’s time for me to head back to the Vasty Deep. Be careful. The Omniverse is an unfriendly place, but you can at least call a friend. There's not many people like that out here.”
It had been another moment where he scared himself. At his core, he was good. He may have wandered from his guardian programming, but in his time as a renegade he’d still worked to make systems better and safer, just in his own way. He’d always told himself it was what he had to do, in order to survive. AndrAIa, and later Bob, had agreed. Yet in moments like these, he became something else. Good and evil went out the window. The man had paid for his crime, but was Matrix killing himself in the process? And even more, was it worth sacrificing his own soul to save others’?
“Green,” Matrix looked to the sand as he responded to his newest Prime friend. “Yea. I can see it.”
He took another focusing breath, and watched the two secondaries. AndrAIA wouldn’t approve of this. She would draw the line at desecrating the fallen like this, no matter what they’d done. She’d tell him they needed to rise up. To him it wasn’t so bad, though, and that was what truly scared him. He didn’t know what he’d become if he let himself wander too far away from AndrAIa for too long.
He shook his head. It was time to get back to Cinnabar. He’d been away for far too long. He’d need to get his bearings back and refresh. This had been more taxing that he’d expected. Still, he’d made sure he could get in touch with his new allies again, should he need them, or the other way around.
“Muad’dib,” Matrix said, looking up from the carnage, finally. “It’s time for me to head back to the Vasty Deep. Be careful. The Omniverse is an unfriendly place, but you can at least call a friend. There's not many people like that out here.”