To: The Zion Council Subject: Cryptos (Date and coordinates redacted) It pleases me to report that Cryptos seems to have spent his bag of tricks without causing serious disruption to the Matrix or the Redpill community. Sporadic fighting between "Cypherites" and other Redpills continues, but at this point, such fights are the equivalent of background noise in the Matrix. Few new details have emerged. Cryptos continues his rounds of preaching, but the message hasn't changed (nor, apparently, sunk in). Reports that Neo has appeared in the boxes appear to be products of hope rather than observation. Someone is soliciting and gathering stories about Cryptos, in what seems to be the equivalent of "opposition research," gathered by political campaigns to embarrass or disgrace opposition candidates. When this anonymous person will hurl his mud remains unknown. Perhaps he (or she) has decided it isn't necessary. The General continues to baffle. While his commandos have engaged many Redpills in fights, they have also come to their aid in some cases. At this point we must consider him an unknown quantity, possibly playing both sides of the fence (or all three, to demolish a metaphor). Agents have been asking about the stolen valise of elixirs from Kalt Chemical. If it is possible to read Agents in this way, I would say they are greatly alarmed. It would be best if this valise came into Zion's possession at the earliest opportunity. My inquiries continue, and I await your instructions. (Operative redacted) |
Don't let up. Heckle Cryptos whenever he appears. Remind anybody listening that Neo died so that we could face reality squarely, even if it's a virtual world. The temptation to go to sleep is a human constant; Gurdjieff said we went around hypnotized for most of our lives. It's all we seem to want to do, sometimes...put on an alcohol buzz or a heroin high or lose ourselves in a ritual chant. Humanity is pathetic. Reality, of blood and bone and death. I say we embrace it and live as furiously as we can until our small flames go out, and we slip into the infinite night. I don't think Cryptos has given up. I think he's biding his time. I don't think conditions are even right yet for the Matrix to accept a wave of new Bluepills; there are technical considerations. Cryptos is a teaser campaign, a trial balloon with a sleeping death's-head on it, a leaked URL for a half-baked new product, designed to create a buzz worthy of a two-wheeled scooter's gyroscope. The hard sell is yet to come. Don't trust Cryptos. Don't trust anybody who thinks he's less than a toxic puppet. He was ready to kill millions, before; true believers are always a lethal threat, and when they reform, they swing not from red to blue but from the infrared to the ultraviolet. See you in church. or... JVVROZQDNQIUEQOETARVQU |
Ciao, Rosapillore. We have new information on an old topic: the "red-eyed agents." As you know, we have made clear that these were imposters, and not Agents of the benevolent authorities who maintain the Matrix for the benefit of all within. We now have received intelligence that these are in fact AI entities associated with the Exile known as "The General," apparently hoping to sow discord between humans and machines. For this reason we ask that The General be harassed, interfered with, damaged, inconvenienced or destroyed by any peace-loving Rosapillore who encounters him. He is an agent of chaos, entropy, and disorder. He is suspect in the theft of some highly dangerous code, represented in the Matrix by vials of different colored fluids, contained in a padded case. We cannot overstress the danger these vials represent, should they fall into the hands of irresponsible parties. If you find the vials, do not drink any. They may result in death or disfigurement. Call your Machine contact immediately if you secure this hazardous material. Additionally, we wish to inform all Rosapillore that the "Piece of Blue Sky" concerts are apparently emergent behavior of Bluepills. They are certainly not sanctioned officially, although we have no objection to this whimsical human enterprise. In all truth, of all human mysteries, music and its emotional effects are among the most intriguing. Enjoy. Pax Vobiscum Agent Pace |
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