[center][h2][color=fff200]Eris Valkeyr[/color][/h2][/center]

Eris lifted an eyebrow as she closed her history and gazed straight at Cassandra's eyes. Sure, the girl was an idealist, however, her words weren't spoken with the same sophistry present in the adults who had already been corrupted by the rottenness of the World Interface. She was an intriguing figure to Eris, one that succeeded in doing what most others couldn't up to now, that is catch the interest of the cold hearted [i]fräulein[/i] [color=fff200]"Your opinions intrigue me, Cassandra O'Shera. Do you really believe that good intentions can change the world? In this day and age?"[/color]

The blonde silently took some of her milkshake, twisting it slowly as she assessed Cassadra's reaction, before she finally said [color=fff200]"Thou shalt not have any other gods before me... Isn't that how it's supposed to be? And now, look. What have we done if not create a god of silicon and set it on a shining throne high up in the skies?"[/color] To further her point, Eris touched the approximate place where the microchip that connected her to the World Interface was implanted. Eris probably didn't even needed to say what it was about, if Cassandra had at least a passing knowledge of religion, even though, all of this was but an anecdote.

Sure, Eris could see the same patterns as any fanatic on the streets, but she wasn't that much worried about the fact that the chip that was forced inside of everyone's head if they wished to have decent life was pretty much 'The Mark of the Beast', or that the World Interface was a digital Anti-Christ. No, nothing of these things mattered to Eris, but they sure were useful means of evaluating someone's morals and so Eris liked to go back to them every now and then. What really mattered is the revenge that she swore to get, for the fact that the Interface ruined her life and destroyed her family all because of what? A mere game?

[i][color=fff200]"A joke,"[/color][/i] Eris thought, [i][color=fff200]"A damned, bitter joke... all of this is nothing but rubbish."[/color][/i]

However, Cassandra spoke the truth, for the most part. What was it that students like they could do when even the world most wanted digital terrorists never achieved to do any real damage to the system? But Eris knew it, that somewhere on Deep Ground an answer to her questions must exist. Why else would it be a game so odd?
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"Nevertheless, you are mostly right, yet I won't give up until the last minute, no the last second, I have within that world. There must be a way to reach my goal from there. How else do you explain it being a game that follows so many strange rules? It's almost as if..."[/color] Eris clenched her fist in a challenging move, before finishing her monologue with [color=fff200]"they were so confident in their omnipotence that they are challenging us to find it. And, just this once, I'm more than happy to oblige..."[/color]
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