Aftermath: Daemon's Chosen
By: LadyBard
Chapter 2 - Pressure
The
present
"Good afternoon
ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Matrix Enterprises Online
Conference." Enzo said, "Our CEO Dot Matrix will be with you shortly.
In the meantime, I invite you to view the quarterly reports."
Dot Matrix watched her
brother with a proud smile. Again, she thought of how glad she was that he
would be working beside her. She had missed being with him over the past few
hours when he had chosen to spend his summers away from Mainframe. It had
worried Dot that her brother seemed to be developing an uncharacteristic
wanderlust. Dot couldn't imagine Enzo ever leaving Mainframe for good but
lately she had begun to wonder.
So she had been pleased,
if not a little surprised that he had accepted her job offer. Even after all
this time, even though her business had grown to monumental proportions, Dot
still enjoyed running them herself, only lately, her overly tedious work
schedule had taken its toll.
Looks like that
husband of mine was right, Dot mused. Bob had been on her case about hiring a PDA for cycles,
claiming she was working way too hard. Dot hadn't had the time or the
inclination and besides, didn't think there would be anyone she could trust
with her business secrets. Until the day Melissa, on a rare break from the
Academy, had suggested Enzo.
To Dot's delight, her
brother had grasped the business at a phenomenal rate. Well it wasn't
surprising. Top in his class at the Science Academy, 'intelligent' didn't begin
to describe him. But Enzo still had a thirst for even greater knowledge; hence
his forays away from home. His presence made Dot realize that she would need
someone to learn the business. As much as a workaholic that she was, she didn't
plan on doing this forever. She wondered would Enzo be interested in taking
over someday? His primary interest seemed to be science.
That worried Dot
somewhat. Science had taken away her parents and had destroyed the lives of
thousands of innocents. To think that Enzo may be taking after their father
made her both proud and apprehensive. She knew it would ultimately be his
decision.
Yet she was amazed at the
ease in which he spoke to the shareholders. It was still hard for her to
believe that this serious studious young man was her hyperactive little
brother. She felt a pang of sadness at that. He had changed so much, yet he was
nothing like Matrix.
Dot sighed. That was one
thing that hadn't changed. The rocky relationship her two brothers (Enzo
refused to acknowledge Matrix as such and became angry anytime anyone did.)
shared had lasted over the hours. She was proud of how they had both created
separate identities but Dot often wondered if Enzo only did so to become as
little like Matrix as possible.
Although tall and
muscular, Enzo wasn't as 'bulky' as Matrix was. And he wore his hair radically
different. It was longer and even more "spiky" then his
counterpart's. He wore it swept to the right side of his face with spiky bangs
covering his right eye and long in the back, done up in a single braid that
rested between his shoulder blades. Two silicon rings that had once belonged to
Melissa secured the braid. The braid was his tribute to his love for her, like
Matrix's tattoo was for AndrAIa.
Many of the ladies in the
office had commented on how 'pretty' he was. Enzo hated the term, but that was
the first word everyone thought of when they saw his smooth boyish face. The
glasses he had begun to wear when he was sixteen lent an air of maturity.
Still Dot was proud of
him. Now if only he would make peace with Matrix.
It was time for the
conference so Dot turned her concentration to it.
* * *
The office at the
penthouse of the Bookmark Tower was a guilty pleasure for Dot. With the
advancement of her business, it had become impossible to do her work from the
Diner. Although she missed it she knew it was in good hands and she really did
like the way her new office looked. When Hex had volunteered to decorate the
Tower, Dot had said, "Why not?" So a lot of the viral's presence was
here.
The office was in the
shape of half-circle but it was the thick burgundy carpeting and the paneling
made of rich dark wood that was the first thing people noticed. Ornate glass
doors let out onto a balcony where Dot often had lunch delivered. Plush leather
chairs were situated in strategic spots for maximum comfort. Pictures from
Hex's Gallery also complemented the room.
The second was usually
the circular console; similar to the map in the War Room except here Dot had
access to any and all functions of the corporation. It sat directly to the left
of the entrance at about 22:00 hours.
To the right, sitting at
14:00 was a conference table surrounded by six leather chairs and beyond that
was two doors to the washroom and kitchenette, respectively. And just beyond
the kitchenette, was a small booth, one of only seven that existed in
Mainframe. An invention of Mouse and AndrAIa's (with the help of some engineers
from the Super Computer) it was called simply a 'jump portal'. By programming
certain coordinates into the controls, a sprite or binome could be instantly
teleported to a different section of Mainframe. They could only be used by the
Senior Staff and only in cases of emergency.
On the opposite side,
next to the console was a spiral staircase leading up to a mezzanine where
there were three private offices, one of them Dot's.
With only her and Enzo
around and her secretary Ms. Pink in the foyer. Dot was content.
Now as she and Enzo went
about the daily monitoring of the business, with twenty vid-windows open around
the console, Dot took a moment to observe her brother.
"I've noticed the
Mitchell account is overdue again," Enzo was saying, "Have we
contacted his daughter?"
"Yes Mr.
Matrix."
"Please, call me
Enzo."
"Of course, Mr.
Matrix."
Dot moved the vid-window
aside and smiled at her brother, "Enzo?"
He looked up and smiled
at her, "Yes Dot?"
"You're doing a
great job."
His smile broadened,
"Thanks Dot."
Dot went back to her
messages and frowned at the one marked: URGENT. "Oh no, not again."
"What?" Enzo
asked.
"I've received a
communiqué from the Command.com of System 500."
"The
industrialist?"
"Yes." Dot
frowned, "he still wants to meet with me concerning a merger of Matrix
Enterprises with his organization."
"I thought you told
him no the last time you met with him."
"I did," Dot
said. "I don't know Enzo, the guy just rubbed me the wrong way. He seemed
so - sleazy."
"A sleazy
industrialist?"
"You're going to
have to meet him to see what I mean. Which is what I'm going to have to do.
Apparently, he doesn't know the meaning of the word no."
"Shall I arrange the
meeting then?"
"Yes," Dot
frowned again. Why did she think she was going to have trouble with this man?
Dot was interested in a good business deal as well as the next sprite but this
guy - this - Mr. DeCrypt - just gave her the jaggies.
***
Seven hours into the
past.
The conference hall at
Outlook Center was packed with the citizenry to its walls. Bob watched from
offstage as even more people tried to squeeze into the room.
"It would seem the
whole population of the Capitol is here." Katiyana's voice came from
behind him.
"So we're supposed
to sit down there?" Bob nodded to the rectangular conference table that
had been placed below the stage. "And our accusers sit there?" There
was a podium on the stage and another conference table set up with seven
chairs.
"Of course. So they
can look down on us."
"Perfect."
"Have courage, my
Prime Guardian. We have nothing to hide."
"Actually Katiyana
we have a lot to hide. The question is how much will we have to reveal?"
***
"Mind if I join
you?"
Matrix looked up to find
Colonel Tempus. He frowned immediately. He had come outside behind the
conference center to catch a few minutes alone before the inquisition.
"If I say yes, will
you go away?"
"Don't play the big
bad renegade with me boy, you're liable to get your ASCII kicked."
Boy? "The last person to call me
that I kicked his ASCII."
"Couldn't have been
much of a fighter."
Matrix straightened away
from the wall. "He was a virus called Megabyte."
"How very
unimpressive," Tempus said, "But since I have as much right to be out
here as you do, I think I'll stay. I don't know what your problem is --,"
"My problem,"
Matrix broke in, "Is that I'm about to be raked over the coals by a bunch
of whining pixel brains."
"You are?"
Tempus said, "You think I'm here for the atmosphere? And what of the Prime
Guardian? Of all of us, he has the most to lose."
Tempus drew a small
satchel from his belt and opened it. From within he withdrew a pipe and tobacco
and proceeded to pack and light it. Fascinated, Matrix watched the old warrior
take a long drag and blow out a pungent smoke in the shape of rings.
"Just who was Neuron
Cyber?" Tempus asked.
"He was a member of
the Resistance, I deleted him by accident after he attacked me," Matrix
couldn't believe he had answered the question. The smoke must be affecting
my mind, he thought.
"Hmm," Tempus
took another drag, "Looks like they don't see it that way." Tempus
looked Matrix up and down for he first time, "You have the Guardian
Protocol, why aren't you at the Academy?"
"Don't you think I'm
a little too old to attend the Academy?"
"Not for the
advanced classes," Tempus said. "Just what is your role? I mean what
do you do?"
Matrix had had enough of
Tempus' prying, "Excuse me." The renegade turned and walked back
inside but he couldn't escape the colonel's words.
What is your role?
What do you do?
They were the questions
that had been plaguing Matrix as of late and he was distressed to find he had
no answer for them.
***
Bob sat at his place in
the center of the table. Katiyana was to his left and Tempus to his right.
Matrix was looking as menacing as ever and Cooper looked bored. Bob hoped
Cooper didn't do or say something to get them in worse trouble. The one Bob
felt the most sympathy for was Mina. The poor girl was trying her best to put
on a brave face, but Bob could tell she'd rather be hundreds of sectors away.
The noise in the room was
deafening. The mood could only be described as volatile. The smell of too many
bodies and the oppressive heat made Bob squirm uncomfortably. He felt a trickle
of sweat at his temple and the Prime Guardian absently reached up to wipe it
away.
Katiyana took his hand,
"Are you well?"
"Can't we at least
get some water over here?"
Katiyana motioned to one
of the binome attendants that was situated around the perimeter of the room and
made her request. A few nanos later he returned with an armful of bottles of
water. Bob opened his and drank deeply, then moved the bottle across his
forehead.
"Try to remain
calm," Katiyana said.
"It's hot in
here," Bob muttered.
The noise level lowered
suddenly and Bob saw why. The representatives of Web Alliance were coming
onstage.
Of course there was
Desdemona and Captain Lynx. Bob recognized some but others he had never seen
before. Three of the people were sector Command.coms. One of the first things
Bob had done in his capacity, as Prime Guardian was to contact the Command.com
of each sector of the Super Computer. He had received no response from any of
them and was told the majority of them had either been infected or perished in
the war. Either way, this was the first Bob had seen of any of the sector
commanders.
"The binome on the
end is - was - the leader of another resistance faction that failed,"
Katiyana whispered to him. "I have no idea who the other sprite is."
"His name is
Lieutenant Bell," Tempus said, "A deserter."
"I wonder if Web
Alliance is aware of that?" Bob said. Well at least they weren't here to
point fingers.
No one had to wait long
for it to begin, the moment Web Alliance sat down and all notebooks and files
were situated, Lynx took the podium and spoke. "Thank you all for coming
here. We appreciate that the representatives of the Guardian Collective
accepted our invitation."
"Invitation
indeed," Bob heard Cooper mutter and the Prime Guardian shot him a warning
look.
"The purpose of this
meeting," Lynx went on, "Is to determine what measures need to be
taken to halt the unrest that is currently plaguing the citizenry of the Super
Computer."
"Also," Lynx
continued, "the citizenry of the Super Computer need and demand
clarification of the measures the Collective will take and/or have taken, to
apprehend and punish those responsible for the acts of violence against the
peoples of this system."
"In addition what
plans the Collective have and/or will make to re-establish the Super Computer
to its former prominence."
Bob felt a stab of
annoyance as Lynx finished. They would know all of this if the sector
commanders had answered the many messages he had sent or if Lynx had just taken
five nanos to sit down with him and talk. Then again, Bob had all but ignored
the messages from Captain Lynx, a decision he now greatly regretted.
"We will
begin," Lynx said, "by opening the floor to questions, with the
consent of the representatives of the Collective?"
"That's fine,"
Bob said.
"Prime Guardian,
what measures have the Collective taken to re-establish net trade within the
system?"
Bob stood and took a nano
to call up the proper information in his files. "As of now, reestablishing
net trade has not been foremost on our list of priorities--"
"And why not? The
people need food, clothing --,"
"Food and clothing
are being donated by several systems," Bob said. "I have been
attempting to contact the remaining sector commanders, but I have only received
seven replies from the twenty-seven registered." Bob let his gaze travel
to the three that sat at the table, "Did you receive them?"
"No we didn't, Prime
Guardian," was basically the answer the three gave and Bob had a lot of
trouble believing them.
"Then my
apologies," Bob said, "the sector commanders I have contacted have
been already given information on how much in supplies they will be allotted
and when they may obtain such supplies. As for the sector commanders I haven't
heard from, I've already dispatched representatives to their respective
sectors. They are due to report back to me at this evening at 18:00
hours."
Several shouts came from
the back of the room. Bob couldn't make out what they were saying. Lynx was
rapping a gavel on the podium, "We will have order here."
Bob wondered what the
yelling was about. He turned and saw a small group of people in the rear of the
room, "What is it? Let them have their say."
"We don't want Guardians
in our sector!"
"We don't want the
Guardians here period!"
"Down with the
Guardians!"
"Order!" Lynx
cried. "It was agreed by all those involved that this meeting would be the
first step in settling these matters."
"Settle it by
getting rid of the Guardians!"
"I said order!"
Lynx said. "What of the remnants of the enemy army? There have been
reports of stragglers, deserters --,"
Bob looked directly at
Bell for a nano then back at Lynx.
" - causing all
sorts of malicious mischief. I see very little policing of the sectors."
"Unfortunately,"
Bob said, "our military and police base was decimated in the war. Colonel
Tempus can give you some idea of the state of our forces. Colonel?"
Bob sat down and Colonel
Tempus took the floor.
"Well done,"
Katiyana whispered to him.
"My core-com is in
my throat."
As Colonel Tempus advised
the group of the state of the military and what they would be doing to police
the rougher areas of the Capitol, an uncomfortable feeling, like a touch of icy
fingers started at the base of Bob's spine and began to travel their way up. At
first he thought it was just nerves, but it began to increase to the point
where he was beginning to have trouble concentrating.
"Prime
Guardian?"
"Yes?" Bob said
abruptly and Katiyana gave him a look. "Yes, Captain Lynx?"
"And what of the
surviving members of the Guardian Collective? Have they been properly
reprimanded?"
"What?" Bob
said, "Are you asking me if I've punished the Guardians that were under
Daemon's control?"
"Of course,"
Lynx said. "Terrible atrocities were committed against the citizenry by
the Guardians. It is only fitting that they be punished."
"Punished why? For
having their minds turned inside out? For having their bodies violated? The
Guardians, myself included, had no control over what was happening to
them," Bob cringed inwardly at the memory of some of the things he had
done. "You of all people know that under the influence of viral infection,
a normally sane decent person can be made to commit those terrible
atrocities."
The icy feeling was now
permeating every nerve in Bob's body but he continued, "If the Guardians
are punished then I would have to be punished as well."
More shouts erupted. Did
Bob imagine it or did Lynx wait a few nanos before pounding for order.
"Yes," Lynx
said when the group quieted, "Not many people are aware that you were once
the infamous General Dariem."
This time the screams
that erupted drowned out anything else Lynx said. The crowd began working
themselves into a maddened state. Bob turned and held up his hands shouting for
order.
"Please everyone
remain calm!" Bob shouted. "No violence!"
When the press of bodies
surged towards the table, Bob conjured a sphere of light, which grabbed and
held everyone's attention.
"Please, everyone
calm." Bob said.
"My family died at
your hands Dariem!"
"Their blood is on
you!"
Bob turned away as the
words tore through his core-com because he knew they were truth.
"I can never began
to express how sorry I am for what was done while I was under Daemon's
control," Bob said. "I can only promise you that I will do whatever
is within my power to make amends."
"Just what are you
going to do?"
"My family is gone!
You can't bring them back!"
"Out with the
Guardians!"
"Silence!" Lynx
eyed the assembled group. "So no punishment is forthcoming to the
Guardians involved?"
"No."
That time there were only
dark murmurs coming from the crowd.
"So," Lynx went
on, "What of the murder of Neuron Cyber?"
"Captain Lynx I
believe that is something that should be discussed in private between the
parties involved and has nothing to do with the situation here in the
Capitol."
"It had everything
to do with it!" Desdemona, who had been miraculously silent the whole
time, came abruptly to her feet, "He murdered Neuron and he has escaped
judgment."
"I didn't murder
him!" Matrix, who had also been uncharacteristically silent, stood as
well. "He fired on me first! I was defending myself!"
"Desdemona,"
Lynx said.
"Matrix calm
yourself," Bob said.
Still the two sprites
stood and exchanged a hate filled glare.
"I must agree with
the Prime Guardian on this," Lynx said, "The death of Cyber is a
personal matter, however, that does not explain why Matrix has avoided justice
concerning his other numerous crimes."
"What in the net are
you talking about?" Matrix hissed.
"You know very well
what I'm talking about," Lynx said, "Your time in the net. We know
about you Matrix. Many of the members of Web Alliance were witnesses to your
crimes and many were victims! You will be made to answer for them!"
"Lynx you had better
explain yourself," Bob said.
Lynx regarded him for a
moment, "You don't know either, do you Prime Guardian? Just like Dot
Matrix. You have absolutely no idea!"
"Lynx--" Bob
began.
"Very well,"
Lynx continued as though Bob hadn't spoken, "We will need time to prepare
case. I suggest when you leave this place Prime Guardian you prepare an
adequate defense for your young friend. We will be bringing in witnesses to
testify against him."
"Testify? When did
this become a trial for Matrix?"
Lynx lowered his head,
"Very well, we will convene another meeting of the Council and at that
time - members of Web Alliance will be brought in to - speak against him. I
think the two of you need to have a long talk beforehand."
"No wait just a
nano," Cooper said, "We're not obligated to attend any more of these
meetings. We did this as a courtesy to you. I mean who in the net do you people
think you are?"
"Cooper!" Bob
warned. The feeling was now like of a swarm of angry hornets in Bob's mind.
Over the jeers Captain
Lynx said, "No you are not obligated to attend but I wouldn't recommend
that you not attend, as you can see, the people want justice - it's either this
way or --,"
"Don't think you can
threaten us Lynx," Cooper said, "The Collective is the law
here!"
"Cooper, be
silent!" Bob suddenly realized what the feeling was and a lance of ice was
figuratively stabbed through his core-com.
Someone was here.
Someone evil.
A virus.
"Bob what is it?
What's wrong?" Katiyana placed her hand on his.
When Bob had yelled out
at Cooper, all eyes were drawn to him, but Bob didn't notice. He had not felt
that way since being in Daemon's sphere of influence. Someone close to Daemon -
or rather someone that had been previously close to her was in the room.
Somewhere in the crowd watching them. And their malevolent amusement was a
stench that made Bob want to gag.
The Prime Guardian looked
at Matrix and knew immediately that his young friend felt it as well.
"Prime
Guardian!" Lynx yelled. Bob didn't know how long the Captain has been
trying to get his attention, "What in the net is wrong with you?"
"Someone is
here," Bob said, and he looked at Matrix, "Can you --?"
"Yes," Matrix said.
"I sense it too. Someone from -- back there."
"Prime Guardian
--,"
"There's a virus
here!" Bob said, "Someone who was in Daemon's service! They're
somewhere here, right now!"
The crowd became
agitated. Murmurs spread and heads craned to get a view although no one really
knew what to look for.
"Bob are you
certain?" Katiyana asked.
"This is
absurd," Lynx said.
Bob turned his eyes
scanned the room. The sensation changed, a swift tremor of fear from the other
one then it was gone and Bob knew the virus had made their escape.
"It's too
late," Bob said grimly, "They're gone now. You need to increase the
security on this place!"
"This is
nonsense," Desdemona said, "Now he's seeing imaginary virals?"
"And just how did
you know one was here?" Lynx asked.
"I --," Bob
began. How in the net could he explain it without coming off as completely
random? How would they understand the feeling of cold fingers and the certainty
that someone who had shared that horrible disease that was the Infection was nearby?
"I can't explain
it," Bob said finally, "Only that I can sense someone who once was
infected by her or was within her inner sanctum."
"Ridiculous,"
Desdemona said.
"Actually,"
Lynx said, "I've heard of such occurrences. Usually it means the person
who has these heightened senses still had some of the viral infection on
them."
Bob was suddenly reminded
of his previous conversation with Melissa. How she had said Daemon's aura was
still on him and Matrix.
"There's no way
you'll catch them now," Bob said by way of changing the subject.
"I'll provide guards for the next meeting."
"Then you agree to
attend and to our conditions?"
"Yes," Bob
smiled.
"Prime Guardian this
is absurd," Cooper said, "Are you going to let these peasants tell us
what to do?"
The cries of rage erupted
again; the crowd converged on the table.
"No!" Bob
screamed, "Cooper, go now!"
The sharp report of Gun
caused the whole crowd to drop as one.
Bob turned in disbelief
to the renegade. Matrix, seeming to realize too late what he had done, lowered
Gun and re-holstered it. His violet eyes grew wide and pleaded with Bob but
before Bob could say anything --,
"How dare you fire
that weapon in here!" Lynx screamed at Matrix. "There are innocent
people about!"
Lynx turned fiercely to
Bob, "Prime Guardian, I suggest you keep a tight lease on him until the
next meeting." With that Lynx, gathered up his things, "This meeting
is adjourned. We will reconvene at oh-eight-hundred in two days." And the
captain turned form the podium and stormed off the stage with the rest
following.
"Let's get out of
here," Bob said grimly, "While the crowd is quiet."
Between Cooper and
Matrix, Bob had a feeling that these meetings were soon going to develop into
something with much more serious implications.