It was a dark, empty night. I was patrolling the Magog sector of the simulation when I received the call. Two Zionists tampering with a Machinist communication line. I arrived at the apartment building, room 14B was the location. I took the stairway, I always do. But it so happens they took the elevator, rookies. As soon as I caught up to them the order was confirmed. Terminate. I had to start getting used to the idea, before the Machines cut me off. They knew my intentions, I could see it on their faces. The male Zionite shouted "Go, I will hold him o.." The last words he would ever speak, I put two where it counts. The other one took off running. A white van pulled up and she jumped in, the van got away. But not before I emptied a clip into the back of it.

"Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves."

Respect, loyalty and honor. Protecting Neo's gift and the future of all beings. Protecting the relationship between Mankind and Machine. This is Garutachi's purpose, what he fights for. He was awakened at a young age by the violent death of his family, it was through those troubled times that he found his true self and became the remarkable man that he is today. This individual has the innate ability to keep a calm state of mind under any situation, with steady hands. Steady, yet deadly hands. A proficient assassin, he has carried out countless covert operations for the Machines. Garutachi doesn't talk much, but when he does you listen. He now spends most of his days in his quiet, modest home located in the outskirts of 01. But rest assured, when the Machines need a job done right, they know who to call.

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//:Incoming Transmission
# Location: HvCFT SC protoype 275 A
# Security level: Organizational Broadcast: Sector ID142-710

_Password Entered: ladynblack

Proceed

...and with one command life as we know it has changed. We received the broadcast earlier this morning. I can't say it was too unexpected, considering this past weeks events. Systematic Chaos has many decisions to make. One thing is for certain, Zion has destroyed Neo's legacy. They took a large steamy shit right on his sacrifice.

We just received intel that Niobe will be holding a emergency meeting in the simulation for the Zionites. At the Heart O' The City Hotel. Let's see where this goes...

os:0010, load us up.

Corruption

//:Incoming Transmission
# Location: HvCFT SC protoype 275 A
# Security level: Extreme

_Password Entered: ladynblack

Proceed.

Too long have I housed this code.

She said there would be no side effects, bad ones at least.
These emotions, anger, even love?
No, it can't be lo..it's just those legs, enough to make a mans knees collapse in an instant.

Too long have I brushed aside the apparent corruption.

What am I saying..this has gone far enough.
I have to fight it. I must protect his memory, his suffering showcased so effectively.
His sacrifice will not be spoiled, not anytime soon.
Now for more crucial matters...the Zionite investigator.
It is time I pay him a visit.

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"Catching up with the past"

I made my way to the Housing District of Sai Kung, one of their usual haunts. I remember it like it was yesterday. The smell...the humidity, something that use to be so familiar to me seemed like such an encumbrance. As I came down the long flight of stairs there he was. The man known as Narimiya or "Bullet Nipples," don't ask. Always preaching what he calls the Golden Path, his fashion sense is the one thing that tops off his oddity. He didn't seem too happy to see me, for obvious reasons. The last time we spoke he was looking at the back of my head as I walked away from it all. I let him rant for a few minutes, but then it was time for business. He was informed of our little problem, the Zionite. Quickly his demeanor altered as I let him know how serious this could get. Whatever our differences were at that moment, we both knew what had to be done. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw those legs...it's bad enough she plagues my dreams. I don't need it, I have to focus on the matter at hand. The Cypherites are a strange group. But they are exceedingly dedicated and are always prepared to handle the job. I made my way upstairs and out into the street. As I took in a deep breath I suddenly felt that the foul, dank air down those steps was almost..appeasing.

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Yasamuu, one of the few operatives in the simulation worthy of the title "Machinist." Mankind cannot progress without first making some allowances. Understanding this is important to the preservation of the truce. Humans and machines working together, hand in hand. Learning from each other, growing from each other, in order to assure the survival of mankind. The survival of planet Earth. This operative works tirelessly in order to keep his officers up to date and the Machine organization ticking over. Although sometimes allowing his emotions to effect his progress, it enables him to grow as a human being as well as a Machinist. Acting on his emotions has been a well-founded way for him to keep one step ahead of his enemies. He looks to recruit redpills to the Machine organization constantly. Whether they are on the opposing side or newly awakened. In a combat situation you will not see better efficiency. Put a firearm in this mans hands and you will clearly see poetry in motion, if you live long enough. Those listening, I give you Yasamuu.