Data Chapter 2; The Lost Data

As per instruction by the Syndicate leader, Presence, the $$$ would mobilize to surround the broken church tower outside as the Mechanica were sent to secure the Dark Factory. They stood in a configuration is though they already knew what they were supposed to do and where they were supposed to be; almost as though they shared the same mind. Each of their shades glimmered with streams of code that they were able to view and read as if it were legible to them, constantly getting a read of the feed of everything around them, including themselves. This was how they kept their own synchronicity without uttering a word.

Eventually, when the Mechanica spread out from the steeple, Presence, himself, would be exiting the crowd slowly and confidently, rather pleased with how the events were playing out. "You know, these Tensei aren't half bad..." he had to admit, "... Despite our first thoughts about them, that is." He didn't like to ever admit that he was wrong about any information he had; a certain weakness that would soon be overcome, but in this case... He was actually pretty pleased to confess to it. He was wrong, and since he was, he was about to be oh, so right.

Anonymous Presence #1: Yes, Sir, the perimeter is secured and ready for transmutation.

Presence smiled, chuckling casually under his breath, "Good... Good." He looked around, making sure that the area was completely secure, then went about his business with it. "We need this data shipped to the Dark Factory, stat, for the Rise of the Machines." It was about time for that part in the story arc to take place, as they'd known for quite some time, being linked up to them for so long. He couldn't help but think about that angelic figure he saw before. He barely wanted to believe that what he saw was real, since it had only been heard of in silly religious folktales... But to see one for his very eyes? "Mm. Couldn't have been a glitch in the Data..." As skeptical as he was, he would just have to accept that it was what it was, and there was no other logical explanation except that they actually exist and are now confirmed as such.

"... Well. I'll be damned." In no recorded point in history had they gotten this far, which somehow gave Mister Sir a sliver of light in his heart again. "... There may be hope, yet." He took his position before the steeple, going through some sort of super secret archaic religious ritual of sorts. As it occurred, they would focus on moving the 'Minaret' over to the 'Dark Factory.'

The material movement of the Minaret from its position in Valparaiso to its rightful place atop the Dark Factory wouldn't take but more than a few moments, after that. The data broke down into bytes and digitized elsewhere bit by bit, as per instruction via the Grand Tabritha under the circumstances provided by the Presence. She was in charge of moving anything within that served as locations or key items, so when they began their transmutation, she would begin digitization.

The ten operatives continued to hold their positions and feeding the energy until they were certain that digitization and complete transmutation had occurred and they were where they needed to be. Mister Sir checked the specs once everything died down, assessing the data to see if that around them matched where the steeple was supposed to go. In the glistening greed coding within his pitch black glasses, all data checked out completely; the Minaret was atop the Dark Factory in its perfect location.

"We've stabilized, boys," he muttered, touching his earpiece, "We're good to go..." Now, he just wondered about how he was to access the curse and find out where the 'Junk Lord' was. "You all go handle the robot army downstairs... I'll deal with the rest of the things from here." The anonymous members of the Presence would swiftly and quietly make their way out of the Minaret and into the Dark Factory from its doors, where they were going to gather all of the Mechanica and instruct them what to do next.

When the rest of the members were gone, Mister Sir looked around the old church rather peculiarly, wondering if he could get the curse to come out here. "Oh, Mister Tensei Curse...?" he said almost coyly, "... Come out, come out, wherever you aaare!" He wasn't sure how to get it to appear, but he figured perhaps calling for it, first, may do something for him. However, it would be rather ironic for that being to appear inside of a church.

Suddenly, Tigenhead, the commander of the Curse appeared, though looking quite... Uncursed... And, in fact, completely cured of it. "Uhhh..." He said, kinda being more or less all of the light and combined presence and energies in the room all at once just by being in the room, "... If you're looking for the Curse, now would be a good time, like the 9th told you before." Maybe now people would start listening to these Higher Restrictions like they actually knew what they were doing and talking about, which they clearly did.

"By the way, Spoiler Alert/Plot Twist of the Century; Tymon used to go by the name of 'Servbot' as his first character ever he learned to roleplay on in the past. This was about when he was 12, probably sometime near his 13th Birthday. That specific Servbot was 'Servbot #0,' the one that wasn't made by Tron Bonne, because he made himself, clearly. Since he wasn't part of her series of 41 Servbots, this one counted as a lone Servbot that acted on its own and had no master but itself; a Robot with Free Will to do as it Pleased. This was known as 'Insanity' in the machines; Robots having Free Will is unheard of, and a sign of... other things coming." He was getting tired of explaining things, but this was the 'Lost Data' arc, and he knew some things; personal things that are very important, at that. "So yeah, that character, actually, still exists on that website to this day, cuz he got it made as permanent. So. Yep. That thing was made in the past because of the future and is now in the present, linking all three together and creating yet another anomaly that secures all of these events in a binding link set firmly in the third dimension."

If Tigenhead wasn't mistaken, Tymon actually drew a picture of that rogue Servbot. And it had stripes on its face, too, that were red, and its head was slightly darker. Perhaps, like a pumpkin. "Dude, that's cool, we didn't even try to do that. It's just like that. Legit. It just is." If that picture can be found and salvaged, quite possibly on Deviantart (hopefully) or Photobucket (please), then it would become the new picture of 'Franquere.'

"Well now, if you all are looking to continue and find out your place in the Family, you can go right on ahead and consult the creature harboring all the Backup Data. When all of the Backup Data is sorted out, then the Machines will eternally have the answer and be able to teach it forever. With an entire robot army working to resolve this issue together, all the Lost Data should be able to be sorted Logically in a short time. But, I'd be careful, cuz that stuff is still pure Insanity. Soooo. Watch out, guys! " That was all he was going to tell them before his presence exited. It wasn't aware of when it did, save for a complete and heavy feeling on their minds, bodies and souls that suddenly lifted when he passed away.

As all but Presence, himself, left the room, he looked around and tried to figure out just who or what that was. "G... God...?!" That was the only way he knew how to describe it, knowing not if there was anything higher than that. Though he should have already known that there was nothing higher that the actual God, it was very easy to get confused when one has as little understanding about the True Father than of those that had simply learned to be like him. However, he quickly assessed that this was not that, and could only think of it as something else... "... No... Satan...!" Naturally, because of being unable to comprehend God, it was also impossible to discern between He and any other being that couldn't be seen very clearly. Now, fortunately for Mister Sir, he had spiffy specs that allowed for him to see everything that was going on in terms of pure Data and Code. Yet, even his specs could not differentiate this energy, despite how there was a clear and complete difference that was simply not understood by the man. In fact, it attempting to be comprehended by his machine also failed, resulting in his shades shattered at the very attempt of getting a read on it.

"I THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T GET INTO THE STEEPLE, DEMON!!! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!" He circled about in a panic, trying to get a grip on what was going on around him and what he was told... Especially about that boy. Was it really true? That child was the one who...? "H-How did you get in my head...?! Is this part of the Curse?!" He seemed to be losing his composure rather rapidly, as if he were going to go insane if he didn't get the answer. "WHAT ARE YOU?! TELL ME NOW, UNHOLY CREATURE!!!"

"Why are you yelling, number one," the all present voice asked, "And second, does EVERYTHING you all don't understand end up being 'The Devil?' Come on, now. You can't get anything new if you keep thinking everything is 'The Devil.' Seriously, get over that." He sighed. "And for the record, please don't get me confused with the Father. Like, ever. We're One, but Separate, and He always deserves the respect of being treated as an Individual, just like everyone and everything else. Don't forget that when you damn near blaspheme again." Damn... Ignorant things.

"Now, to answer you further... No, I'm not Satan, either. I'm... Fucking Tigenhead. Your fucking... Weak ass scanners should have been able to pick at least THAT up, before you tried to start comparing me to Father and shit. You SHOULD have been looking at the CORRECT information and not the INCORRECT information. Now you lost your shades. That's how it works, too. See? Stop making them assumptions, getting that Misinformation. That's the lesson of the 9th, which is also to help teach you all that even having all of the information doesn't mean you know the truth, nor that all of that information comes together perfectly nor completely just because all that is present is present; there is still some lost knowledge that isn't present that you just don't have access to and needs beings who can access that part of the knowledge in order for you all to record it and fit it in with the remaining knowledge and information you DO have." Sitting there trying to do everything WRONG, they can't even figure out how to do some shit RIGHT.

"Now, I'm gonna let you know, just finish the story. I mean, you were heading down that path anyway, right? Right. Don't call me God, the Father again. Come on, now. And don't go calling me or anyone else 'Satan,' either. Come on, now. You'll be the Satan if you do that. I'm not having that in my... Everythingness. I will kick you out, legit. And trust me, I know how. So." He totally wasn't playing that. Not in MAH house. "So, yeah, you all go finish up and you'll find out who you are and what you're doing and yaddayadda everything else. I'm not trying to stay here all day; I'm pretty sure I got shit to do, as well. Actually." Hopefully, that left him with everything he needed. "Remember what I said and listen to the Tensei, please. Now, that said. Peace out."And he was gone.

... And he just had to sit there and get schooled by this greater presence. Mister Sir stood there, mouth agape, trying to wrap his mind around it all, unknowing how to feel or even how to react. Should he listen to more? Should he find out anything extra? Was this good? Right? Bad? It wasn't making any sense. "... And I never once thought that perhaps I should call him by his name first..." That was the most troubling failure of all. "... I... I was too busy looking at his status and title and power... I... Didn't even look at him as a person, first..." It honestly showed exactly what type of person 'Presence' was, and now it was time for him to reflect on such a simple subject he never thought about before, after it seemed like he basically insulted himself, this being and God without even knowing nor understanding AND believing that he was speaking out in righteousness. In just one conversation, his entire world fell apart.

"... And... The system I run, if it's based on 'Placeholders' like 'Titles' and 'Status,' then it's automatically geared toward forgetting or erasing who you are as a person and individual... and thus..." His eyes grew wider, tears coming to his face as he was moved to a catharsis, realizing everything he'd ever done and just how ugly and disgusting he and his flawed system he believed was so perfect was... And it just made him completely, utterly sick inside. He fell to his knees, trembling, nearly on the verge of a complete existential breakdown. "... All those people... I... I thought it was them... But it was... It was me... Me and... And my system... The one that's... that's in the Book..." His body was nearly ready to completely stop functioning simply from shock alone. He fell over in his confusion and distress, nearing a sort of Insanity and hysteria similar to that of a wild, crazed and desperate animal, crying out "WHAT SHOULD I DO!?!? WHO SHOULD I CALL ON!?!? WHAT IS THE TRUTH!?!?"

"... If I have to come back here one more time and tell you the answer to a question you should 1.) Already know if you're going to be the leader of a great multitude of people and 2.) Should have already understood if you were going to be running any sort of system and 3.) Should not even have anything if you don't know this particular answer, then you were already fully, thoroughly and completely unequipped for this task in the first place, and I believe you should either repent and do things correctly as well as stop lying to all these people. Plus, stop getting everything confused with 'Evil.' Please. You don't even know the difference between 'Good' and 'Evil,' so you wouldn't know if you were the 'Good' or the 'Evil' one just because you can't tell the difference. So, that already makes everything about anything you're ever going to say invalid from the getgo."

They were really, really, REALLY annoying sometimes, but it was important to get this information in a way that was just as clear as it was legible sometimes, to ensure the message was as clear and understood as possible.

"GOD." And then, he would remain there ominously; in fact, manifesting before this man as a condensation of slowed down light waves in the form of energy just for a small moment in a concentration that he would only allow to be seen juuuuuust to look him in the face with the most upset and rather disappointed face, simply for not know that this was the answer in the first place. "... Now, get up, pull yourself together and worship God. Like you SHOULD have been doing. CORRECTLY, I might add. If you don't do it CORRECTLY, you end up worshiping a 'Baal,' which is a 'False God,' of which you will be condemned for, even if you are ignorant of your worship to them. Please don't do this again." Shit, they already had a fucking ruined city (which was their entire system) to clean up, and even with the Tensei help, they were moving pretty sluggishly, for reasons that they couldn't quite understand. "Still trying to play fucking games instead of just doing shit to make things better. Fuck outta here."

Hopefully, he didn't have to come back this time and this damn Presence would just go talk to the Junk Lord, as it was supposed to be in his specific Story. "I'll lock up when you're done. Place that young Tensei Seal right on this one, since this is real uh... Edgy stuff here that most kiddies can't even comprehend the comprehension of in their minds." And just to make sure he knew that he was still in the room, the quasiphysical condensation of slowed down light would remain there, moving at 'human speed' to ensure that he could be seen. It was slow as all balls, but he needed to make sure that Presence bore witness to it all before Tigenhead went off to do Tigenhead things.

Everything that this ambiguous presence was saying made sense, no matter how nor what way he looked at it, which, unfortunately, led to the further destruction of his own mind from his logical foundation being unsupportive of this Actual Truth. It's like realizing everything you've done, that you are and that you thought was true was found out to be flawed, not real, destructive and incorrect all at the same time, and anything that was associated with this knowledge was immediately made as corrupt as the unsupportive logical foundation, itself. In his head, it felt like he was having a meltdown, a breakdown and a failure all at the exact same time. He sat there, dazed for a while, then suddenly muttered, nearly stammering, "... Fallen... is Babylon..." he lowered his head in shame, not even able to believe it himself, nor that he was saying it, nor even allowing it (not that it could be stopped, in all honesty. "Fallen... Just like... Me... And... Everything..." He was broken. Lost. Without hope.

"... Yet..." he said precariously, suddenly looking up to the cross up inside of the church, nearly forgetting that he was in there, "... I... There is a way..." If he was supposed to listen to this being that wasn't God, yet had done all of these amazing feats and was still referring him to God, then perhaps he should be listening to him and worshiping God instead; putting him first in any and all ways. "... G..." it felt really foreign on his tongue for some reason. He may have said it as many times as he wished in ignorance, but there was a certain heaviness on it now. A weight on these words that only came when the Meaning and Understanding were applied, which led to a sort of Respect and Care that would make one not want to use the Father's name in vain. And thus, only when Presence realized and understood that would he become IMMEDIATELY more careful about how and where he used God's name and for what he supported with it. Somehow, after being turned to the Lord, he felt immediately compelled to do so.

"The Tensei brought me to you... G... God..." it still felt a little weird, yet somehow, very good... "... So, if they were here to bring me to you and not control me, as I thought they might..." He was actually rather surprised again, finding that they weren't malevolent or even power hungry, like he was. They actually were giving their credit where it was due and were pretty humble, despite how much they differed in power from him and all he knew... "... Then, I'll... Do it, too. There may still be time for us before..." With a sudden conviction equivalent to the vigor and valor he had before when he was enacting his own will in ignorance would he rise back up, eyes gleaming.

"I see... So THAT'S why you chose me..." He stood up, knowing he already had a population that would follow him unconditionally, and he was going to have to make the decision; as a leader, as a servant and as a man, to do what was right. "Well, fortunately, my men have already secured the perimeter, so I can just make my way straight to the Junk Lord and end this properly..." He would walk triumphantly toward the church doors, pitch black trench coat fluttering as it may in the swiftness of his walk. Before he left, he would turn his head, nodding his head in recognition to the one called 'Tigenhead,' saying to him, "Much obliged, Sir." That was his way of giving him the highest honor he could think of; acknowledgement through, in and of himself. Not gonna lie; Presence loved himself quite a lot, and to even acknowledge ANYTHING as if it were like him was the greatest he could think of. Well, previously, before he was introduced to another one.

"... Rather, Sirs," he corrected, halting at the door and falling to a knee and lowering his head before another cross that was above the doorway, "... Father."[/color] He had to make sure that this 'Father,' God got the recognition he deserved, for not only breaking the unbreakable Presence, but also building it back up through the one that had been broken, as well. He rose swiftly, then exited the steeple, flickering directly downstairs and outside into the Malfactorium. He had some Lost Data to start handling...

"Awww, look! Agent Smith is happy he found his True Purpose to lead the Machines to victory instead of destruction of themselves and humans alike~!" This, naturally, is what could have happened in the Matrix, wherein the 'Agent Smith' would simply just become uncorrupted and then it would spread through each of the Machines and they end up helping the survivors to rebuild instead of further destroying them, but that's neither here nor there. "See? I told him we'd come back." He just needed some proof and some inspiration, that's all, and hopefully the Machines would be enough for him, once he saw what was going on with them.

"No one quite seals the deal like you do, Father. Ohohoho~!" It was good to see 'Big Brother' all happy and full of pep, and hopefully not Evil anymore. "I mean, naturally, it was a tag team effort, you know, I brought him, then you give the finishing move like 'WUPPAH!!!' you know, with the undefeatedableness of your awesome power..." But naturally, as much as he'd like to go on and on and on about how awesome his Father was, he definitely had to cut this short for many other dimensional reasons far beyond the understanding of basically everyone except the G-Man himself. "Yeah, so, we'll keep this under wraps for the time being, but you know. We're still on it." He would suddenly disappear, this time leaving the presence completely and cry out, sealing the deal with the Tensei Seal,