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"This is your story."
~Auron, Final Fantasy X.
As Thaddius, captain of the hovercraft Osiris, jacked her in and hit the loading button, Jue sank into the data input of the Matrix. Her ship melted away along with the sounds of gunfire coming from its weapons bay, and left the colourless world of the Matrix in its wake, silent, cold, and rigid. She didn't even pause to discern where she was, but instead broke into a run. Only one thing was important right now: Getting to the Drop Point and delivering the package. Zion had to be warned. The machine's armada was slowly burrowing its way to the city, and if they were not warned, then they would be finding this out the hard way.
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* 20 Years Ago - 1979 - Age 17 *
"Thomas!" the brown-eyed dark-haired mother yelled, "Thomas! Your breakfast is ready!"
Scraping the pans with her dull spatula, Michelle Anderson scooped the greasy bacon and sunny-side-up eggs from the pans, and tossed them onto the plastic lime-green plate. Flinging her towel onto the kitchen counter, she yelled even louder. "Thomas!"
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