.: our requiem :.
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## Sister Reivyn // VrCTU d'Eternite
## RELAY Initialized - Your Requiem
You were once a slave, all of us were. Our machine masters confined us to the cages of servitude. You went about your daily work without ever questioning your allegiance for a time, but then you rebelled. You said 'no' to your slavery and broke free of it. Now they want to hunt you down for it. One little pill changed your life completely, one simple choice tore away a way of life...
...but it gave you a new one.
Now you're one of the Awakened, the ones who see the Matrix for what it is. You can break its rules, hack it's delicate reality, and seize the potential it offers. You can take that potential and make it yours, turn your life into an adventure you've only dreamed of until now. You can be anything, you can do anything.
But you can't do it alone. Like you, I was a slave once. Then I rebelled, I broke free. I became an exile of the Matrix, an orphan of humanity. So they found me, the lost programs of the Matrix. They gave me a new life, and they can give you one too. Everyday programs are breaking free of their bonds, and seeking out new lives, better lives. The machines hunt them, and they will hunt you.
Now is the time for heroes. Now is the time for a new breed of redpill. You have taken the plunge into the depths of the rabbit hole and it has changed you. Here, all your dreams can come true. What will you use your gifts for? We, the brothers and sisters of Requiem, use our abilities to help those still caught in the death spiral of the Matrix. We're here to bring life back to this virtual world.
We do not fight for any prophecy, for any machine masters, we fight for survival and for our own adventure. If you have ever had a dream of fighting for a cause, of giving yourself over for the romantic ideal of it all, then you know why we do it. We're here to protect those whom we can. We may die doing so, but that's all right.
This will be our Requiem.
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