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[_angel_in_black]

There were places where only Angels dare to tread. But those were only places where only Angels could tread. And then there were places between places where Angels didn't like to tread because Angels liked things neat and between places was not at all neat

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[matrix_arty]

War was a thing that Artemis had to deal with every day. It was a fact of life that most people she was around had grown up with. It wasn't like the other wars, the ones that she'd learned about in school, when she'd still been in the Matrix. The war was against the machines. No one felt guilty about the machines that were destroyed. After all, they had no soul, right? Felt no pain, no remorse, no emotions at all... It was easier to fight an enemy like that than it would be to fight other humans, she thought.

The agents looked human, but they weren't. She knew that all too well, after having run into them several times.

But war was still war. People suffered and died, and had to live in the city deep underground, where there was only relative safety. The planet itself seemed to be dying, she thought, devoid of the teeming life that it had once had. There was only cold metal and dust up there now.

She and her crew played games with the Matrix. They pulled out whoever they could, but it was still a hopeless situation. Until someone found a way to end the war once and for all... The One, the big prophecy... Pfeh. She admired Morpheus, like a lot of people, but the man was obviously insane.

She mused over all of this as she looked down along the seemingly endless rows of dwellings in Zion, leaning against the railing. She was on a particularly high level, and a more or less empty one. It was late, too, so even the few who did live nearby were already in bed.