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Ein erster Blick auf den Melopero Cookie RP2040: Raspberry Pi Pico meets micro:bit

In diesem Beitrag möchte ich mit dir zusammen einen ersten Blick auf den Melopero Cookie RP2040 werfen. Dieser Mikrocontroller ist ein Mix aus Raspberry Pi Pico, BBC micro:bit und auch der Calliope Mini findet sich irgendwie hier wieder.

Diesen Mikrocontroller habe ich im Onlineshop von Botland.de für knapp 16 € zzgl. Versandkosten erstanden. In diesem Shop bekommst du diesen Mikrocontroller derzeit zum besten Preis.

Warum noch ein Klon?

Die große Frage, welche man sich zunächst stellen kann, ist "Warum noch ein Klon?". Diese Frage ist berechtigt, denn, dieser Mikrocontroller mit dem RP2040 Chip, einigen Anschlüssen und einer LED-Matrix ist jetzt nicht das neueste und bringt auch nicht soviel zusätzlichen Spaß. Theoretisch könnte hier der Beitrag enden, jedoch möchte ich diesem eine Chance geben und einmal ins Detail schauen.

Pins & Anschlüsse

Vor allem, wenn man sich das Format etwas genauer betrachtet, dann finden wir die Pins rings um den Mikrocontroller angeordnet, welche man mit Krokodilklemmen oder Bananenstecker (3 mm) abgreifen kann.

Batterieanschluss & USB-C Schnittstelle

Am Mikrocontroller findest du den Pin VBAT über diesen kannst du deinen Mikrocontroller via Batterie zu betreiben. Der Hersteller gibt hier an, dass die gleichzeitige Verwendung beider Stromanschlüsse dazu führen kann, dass entweder deine Batterie oder dein PC zerstört werden kann. Ich würde sogar so weit gehen, dass eher der Mikrocontroller zerstört wird!

Features des Melopero Cookie RP2040

Der Mikrocontroller bietet wie erwähnt einige Features, welche wir bei anderen bereits finden. Zu diesen Features zählen: - eine 5x5 RGB LED Matrix, - zwei Taster, - eine USB-C-Schnittstelle, - einen Qwii-Anschluss, - Kontakte Abgreifbar via Krokodilklemme& Bananenstecker, - zwei Löcher zur Montage Abmaße des Mikrocontrollers sind Ø 50,8 mm. Technische Daten des RP2040 Chips Verbaut ist ein RP2040 Chip von der Raspberry Pi Foundation, welcher nachfolgenden technischen Daten hat: MikrochipRP2040, Dual-Core Arm Cortex M0+ mit bis zu 133 MHzSpeicher SRAM264 KBFlash2 MBSchnittstellenUSB 1.1 2x SPI, 2x I²C, 2x UART 3x 12-bit ADC (Analog Digital Converter)En/Ausgänge26 Pins 16x PWM ChannelSensoren & AktorenTemperatursensor Timer

Pinout & Aufbau des Melopero Cookie RP2040

Auf dem Mikrocontroller findest du diverse Aktoren, welche du recht einfach programmieren kannst. Die LED ist als einzige von diesen mit "21" beschriftet.

Aufbau des Melopero Cookie RP2040 Qwiic / Stemma Anschluss Über den Qwiic / Stemma Anschluss kannst du spezielle Sensoren und Aktoren in Reihe schalten und einzeln adressieren. Die Kommunikation läuft dabei über I2C. Jedoch sind derzeit die Sensoren & Aktoren für dieses Ökosystem recht teuer, sodass sich ein Wechsel, nach meiner Meinung noch nicht lohnt.

Einrichten und Programmieren des Melopero Cookie RP2040

Wie üblich, kannst du deinen Mikrocontroller in MicroPython, CircuitPython sowie in der Arduino IDE programmieren. Ich möchte im Nachfolgenden den Mikrocontroller in MicroPython programmieren. https://youtu.be/3M3b8clU-FU Der Hersteller hat zu diesem Mikrocontroller eine offizielle, englische Dokumentation bereitgestellt, wo gezeigt wird, wie dieser geflasht und für MicroPython eingerichtet wird. Flashen des Mikrocontrollers für MicroPython Das Flashen des Melopero Cookie RP2040 für MicroPython ist sehr einfach, unterscheidet sich jedoch deutlich vom Raspberry Pi Pico. Denn man muss bei verbundenem Gerät die Taste "BT" (grüner Kreis) & "RS" (roter Kreis) drücken und die Taste "RS" loslassen, dann wird das Laufwerk eingebunden und wir können die Taste "BT" loslassen. Also eigentlich sehr einfach.

Wenn das Laufwerk eingebunden ist, dann musst du nun die entsprechende UF2-Datei mit der neuen Firmware auf diesen kopieren. Die Firmware bekommst du unter http://www.melopero.com/Melopero_Cookie_RP2040.zip. In der ZIP-Datei findest du die Firmware für CircuitPython und MicroPython sowie eine Bibliothek mit Beispielen für C++.

Programmieren in der Thonny IDE

Den Mikrocontroller kannst du nach dem Flashen dann zum Beispiel in der Thonny IDE programmieren. Dazu musst du zunächst den Interpreter einrichten.

Im Programm klickst du unten rechts auf den derzeit ausgewählen Mikrocontroller und wählst aus dem Menü "Konfiguriere den Interpreter ...".

Im neuen Dialog wählst du dann als Erstes den Eintrag "MicroPython (RP2040)" (1) aus. Danach den Port (2). Solltest du mehrere serielle Geräte an deinem PC angeschlossen haben, so schaue einmal in den Geräte-Manager, um den passenden zu finden. Die Auswahl bestätigen wir mit der Schaltfläche "OK" (3). Wenn du nun in der Taskleiste auf die Schaltfläche "Stopp/Restart ausführen" klickst, dann sollte in der Kommandozeile die nachfolgende Ausgabe erscheinen.

Programmieren der Taster & LED

Wie oben gezeigt findest du auf dem Mikrocontroller zwei Taster und eine kleine SMD LED. Als erstes möchte ich dir zeigen, wie diese programmiert wird. Mit den Tastern A & B möchte ich zunächst die LED AN & AUS schalten. #aus dem Modul machine die Klasse Pin laden from machine import Pin #Modul time importieren import time #die LED ist am GPIO 21 angeschlossen #und wird als Ausgang definiert led = Pin(21, Pin.OUT) #die Taster sind an den GPIOs 10 & 11 #angeschlossen und werden als Eingang #definiert buttonA = Pin(10, Pin.IN) buttonB = Pin(11, Pin.IN) #starten einer Endlosschleife while True: #Wenn der Taster A gedrückt wird, dann... if buttonA.value() == 1: #LED aktivieren led.on() #einlegen einer kleinen Pause, #damit entprellen wir den Taster time.sleep(0.5) #Wenn der Taster B gedrückt wird, dann... if buttonB.value() == 1: #LED deaktivieren led.off() #einlegen einer kleinen Pause, #damit entprellen wir den Taster time.sleep(0.5) Wenn wir den Code auf dem Mikrocontroller ausführen, dann können wir mit den beiden Tastern die kleine SMD LED Ein- und Ausschalten.

Programmieren der 5x5 RGB LED Matrix

Mit der Firmware zu MicroPython bekommst du Module zum Abfragen der Taster sowie für die RGB LED-Matrix. Diese Module müssen nicht zusätzlich installiert werden und du brauchst diese lediglich importieren und kannst diese verwenden. Für die Programmierung der 5x5 RGB LED-Matrix hast du fertige, kleine Funktionen um entweder einzelne LEDs anzusteuern oder auch Scrolltext auf dieser auszugeben. Das finde ich besonders gut gelungen. #Importen der Klasse Cookie_RP2040 aus dem Modul melopreo_cookie from melopero_cookie import Cookie_RP2040 #Text für den Scrolltext msg = "Hallo Welt!" #erzeugen eines Objektes vom Typ Cookie_RP2040 cookie=Cookie_RP2040() #LEDs löschen cookie.clear_screen() #setzen der Textfarbe als RGB Wert #Der letzte Wert bildet die Helligkeit ab! cookie.set_rgb_color(0, 0, 255,0.05) #setzen der Hintergrundfarbe cookie.set_rgb_background(0,0,0, 0.1) #anzeigen / abspielen des Scrolltextes cookie.show_message(msg) Mit diesem kleinen Code erzeugen wir nun die Laufschrift "Hallo Welt!" auf der LED-Matrix. Die Farbe für den Text habe ich in Blau gesetzt. Read the full article

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.1 - JHS

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions of suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,008

AN: It’s finally here! I know that I am still in the process of updating Make It Right, but I have been dying to get this series off the ground. Especially since no one in the fandom has written in this Universe from what I can see. So I’m super excited to share this with you all. This is the prequel to my upcoming series, Defragmentation, which showcases everyone’s origin stories and how they managed to escape from The Matrix. Because this universe is so extensive, I strongly suggest that people utilize the official Matrix Wiki as a reference point because there will be much in this world that I will not go into in-depth explanations for. Again, if anyone would like to be added to the tag list, please feel free to message us!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​ (I’m adding you because I purple you; don’t @ me)

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Sabine saw The Code first.

Just after his fourteenth birthday, Hoseok met up with his best friend after school for their traditional birthday shenanigans. The funny birthday card, the sweet cupcake with a single candle on top, and a handmade present that he  knew Sabine spent the better part of three months putting together. That was supposed to be the plan. Nothing changed in the ten years they knew each other.

Instead of meeting on the roof after school, Sabine told Hoseok she would be waiting for him at the abandoned playground on the edge of town. He didn’t understand why she wanted to meet there, of all places. Kids didn’t go there anymore because of a major accident and the lack of upkeep made it look creepy. Going there after the sun went down just gave it eerie vibes.

When he arrived, Sabine was idly moving back and forth on one of the swings. Her eyes looked focused on something just behind him. When Hoseok turned to see if there was anyone there, he felt a chill slide down his back when there was nothing. He wasn’t sure if Sabine was trying to scare him, but it was working.

“Hey, Hobi,” she called to him, standing from the swing to meet him, “you haven’t been using your inhaler lately.”

He tilted his head slightly. Now that she mentioned it, he hadn’t been. The doctor told him to only use it when he felt it was necessary. For the last year, he didn’t feel a need. P.E. wasn’t as hard for him as it used to be and he could run four full laps around the track without feeling winded.

“No, I haven’t,” he replied, meeting her gaze, “but why bring that up, Bean?”

She smirked, brushing past him to stare out across the road. The street lights flickered to life, illuminating the pastel green landscape around them. Hoseok knew that look and it almost always meant trouble. He really didn’t want to get involved with another of her hair-brained schemes on a school night.

“Can you see it?”

He turned to look in her direction, her back still facing toward him. “See what?”

He watched Sabine’s back muscles tense slightly until she craned her neck to look at him. “You can’t see it?”

“See what?” he repeated with a sigh. “I don’t see anything except you being weird.”

For a while, Sabine said nothing. It wasn’t like her to be silent for this long and Hoseok was consciously aware of how hard she was looking at him. He was about to tell her to say something, anything, instead of staring at him like he’d grown a second head. Just then, she let out a defeated sigh and began walking away, leaving him behind.

“Hey,” he called, already starting after her, “what am I not seeing?”

“Doesn’t matter,” came her dejected response, “no point if you can’t see it.”

He wanted to keep bugging her about what it was she was seeing and he wasn’t, but Sabine clearly made up her mind about something. 

Hoseok just wished he knew what that “something” was.

“Sabine, wait!”

Hoseok watched his best friend continue her ascent up the fire escape without him. He tried not to be too loud, considering that their neighbors were middle-aged office drones who worked nine to five hours and had 2.5 kids. The last time it got rowdy in their complex, the local authorities were called almost immediately. Add the fact that they were sneaking out after curfew and it was easy to see why Hoseok was a little nervous to be raising his voice.

But Sabine kept going, as if she hadn’t heard him.

Pouting, Hoseok quickly ran up the stairwell after her - his legs feeling much lighter than they usually did. Normally he would feel winded trying to keep up with her, but today it felt easier to breathe. Which was strange, considering he’d been diagnosed with asthma since he was a child.

Then again, a lot of things were different for the past two years.

His parents told him that it was the normal adolescent hormones that popped up at the age of thirteen. “Puberty” and all that nonsense. He’d learned about it in school and, at the time, it made sense. He figured that it was just “growing pains” and nothing more.

Ever since his fourteenth birthday, however, he knew that things were changing at a pace that almost didn’t seem natural. Things were getting weirder and weirder every day. Hoseok even had a weird case of déjà vu when he thought he saw the same cat go by twice. 

That couldn’t have been the case, though. That sort of stuff wasn’t real.

Hoseok mentioned it to Sabine just a few days before his fifteenth birthday. He remembered the way her eyes almost seemed to light up - a look he hadn’t seen on her face in almost a year. The truth? Their friendship was strained and Hoseok was confused as to why. He couldn’t remember doing anything to upset her and she was the sort of person who was blunt and honest about her feelings at all times.

Though she had been surfing the net more and more. There were days where Sabine would skip out on their normal hangout time to stay glued to her computer. Her parents said she was studying or doing homework, but he knew Sabine was extremely intelligent and rarely had to put any real effort into her school assignments. Hoseok was no dummy either, but even he needed her help from time to time when it came to classwork.

The days bled into weeks and then the weeks into months. Before long, he was beginning to dread that things weren’t going to be the same between them anymore.

Then Sabine showed up at his door, telling him to come with her to the roof of their apartment complex. He wasn’t about to question her reasoning. Hoseok was just glad that she was talking to him again outside of class.

When he finally reached the top, Sabine was standing on the edge of the roof on the other side. Her dark curls whipped around her head as a sudden gust of wind blew through the air. Hoseok shivered, feeling the cold bite go straight through him. He crossed the roof to where she was, rubbing at his arms to warm them up. 

“So,” he said, trying to ignore the awkward feeling in the air, “what’s up?”

She continued to stand on the rooftop’s edge, her hands stuffed into the large front pocket of her hoodie. Sabine didn’t answer him right away and while that would have bothered him before, he was just glad to be able to be close to his friend again. If he was admitting anything to himself, it was that Hoseok missed her. A lot.

“Do you feel that?” she asked suddenly, causing him to look up at her.

“Feel what?”

Sabine sighed, turning to look down at him. “C’mon, Hobi. I know you feel that.”

He really didn’t understand what she meant, and was about to tell her as much. Suddenly, she reached down to grab his arm so she could pull him up onto the perch beside her. Hoseok almost squawked, losing his balance slightly until she tightened her hold on his sleeve to steady him. 

“Bean, I really don’t know what you’re talking about…” And he felt bad about it.

“No. I think you do.” Sabine gave him a pointed look. “You feel it, but you just don’t want to admit it.”

He sighed. “What is it I’m supposed to be feeling, Bean?”

“That this,” she said, stretching her arm out toward the cityscape, “isn’t real.”

Hoseok balked at her. “Wait, what?” He blinked once. “What?!”

This time she scoffed. “You haven’t had to use your inhaler in the last two years. You run the track regularly during P.E. and you’re able to keep up with me now.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to argue with what she was insinuating. It wasn’t like any of it was a lie. But to say that none of it was real? That was just crazy.

“I’ve been reading up on these forums and there are whispers about this place. About how it’s not real.” Sabine’s brows furrowed as she bit her lower lip, averting her gaze from his. “How our whole life is one giant lie.”

A soft ache welled in his heart. Had she been battling with these feelings of depression alone all this time? Was that why she’d pushed him away? 

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching out to grasp her hand, “that’s not true. How can you say that?”

“Because it’s true. I’ve seen the glitches. I’ve seen the code.” Her tone was a mixture of hurt and indifference, like she couldn’t decide what emotion to display to him. Sabine turned to look at him. “And you have too. You just keep pretending that you haven’t.”

Hoseok frowned. “Sabine, come on…”

“You just want to keep being blind to it, but I know you’ve seen it too!”

The truth? He had. He had seen weird things - almost like flickers and after images. He figured it was because he was overworking himself or that his body was continuing its weird pubescent changes. What other reasoning was there? If he saw the same cat twice, it was just a coincidence. If he felt lighter on his feet, it was because he was taking the time to exercise properly. If there were ripples in the glass reflecting a person that was both him and not him, that had nothing to do with anything. It didn’t mean that their world wasn’t real or that their lives had no meaning.

...right?

A rush of movement reclaimed his attention and he screamed in horror as Sabine jumped off the roof. Hoseok reached out, grabbing at her wrists. The force of the jump coupled with gravity pulling her weight down in a rush caused his knees to crash into the concrete perch. The pain was immediate and he gripped onto Sabine with all of his might. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes as he looked down at his best friend, unable to fathom why she’d had the sudden urge to want to kill herself.

“Let go,” she said, causing him to sob.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Just let go, Hoseok.”

When he looked down at her, she wore an expression he couldn’t place. It seemed almost peaceful; resolute. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was a level of acceptance plastered over Sabine’s face that was profound. It caused his heart to leap into his throat and for a moment, the landscape dissolved into an array of black with strings of green numbers and letters in every direction. Even his best friend’s image was shaped around these numbers and letters.

His knees scraped across the concrete, causing his grip to slip a little. And then everything returned to normal. Or, at least, the normal that he believed himself accustomed to.

When Hoseok’s eyes met Sabine’s once again, he saw her crying. He didn’t have to ask why. Because he already knew the answer. 

“...it’s not real,” he mumbled.

Sabine nodded, smiling up at him. “So let go.” Her fingers tightened around his wrists. “Let’s go.”

He smiled at her, leaning down a little further, and gave a small laugh. “Okay.”

Hoseok waited for her to close her eyes first. Then he closed his. When he felt her thumbs pressing into his wrists, her silent way of saying she wasn’t going anywhere, he let gravity take hold of them both. The world rushed around his ears - the wind howling from the speed of their descent. At some point, he groped blindly until his arms wrapped around Sabine in a strong embrace.

And then everything went dark.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

[paintmewithmemories]

our love came with an expiration date

“There’s a man in my bed that’s calling me ‘babe’ and I don’t think I’ve ever met him before.”

There was a moment of silence that felt like a decade long, and then a loud burst of laughter that felt even longer.

“You almost got me there,” Namjoon said out of breath. “Yoongi’s been in your bed for the past eight months. I’m sure this isn’t the first time you notice him there.”

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[slythereeen]

Yang Selalu Kita Skip

“My wife asked me why I spoke softly in the house. I sad I was afraid Mark Zuckerberg was listening! She laughed. I Laughed. Alexa Laughed. Siri Laughed”, - James Franco

Di era sekarang kayaknya semua itu bentuknya digital gitu ya. Sekolah digital, pesen makanan digital, belanja digital, sampai prostitusi digital (itu loh yang akun akun VCS VCS yang suka muncul di twitter. Ah sudahlah). Hey penganut teori konstipasi, jangan bilang kalau ini udah diprediksi sama The Simpson gitu yah haha. Nah tapi gegara digital ini, isu privacy jadi krusial banget kalau kata saya mah, apalagi di media sosial. 

Buat urusan media sosial ini, kan kita suka nemu ada orang yang oversharing, bahkan even itu hal privacy sekali pun. Yang story-nya titik titik gituuu kan ya (kaya post ini misalnya). Semuanya di share ke medsos. Dari hal-hal sederhana sampai yang kayaknya gak perlu deh (kaya persiapan malam pertama haha sad). Biasanya oversharing itu kalau kita lagi nemu sesuatu yang baru di kehidupan kita (misalkan pas traveling ke negara X, atau hari-hari pertama kuliah di Bikini Bottom University, sampai baru pertama kali nikah. Nikah kan nemu moment baru ya. Gak pernah ditemuin sebelumnya). Trust me, kalau something yang common mah kayaknya gak akan di story deh. Bener ga kalau kita cuman bakal story sesuatu yang baru di hidup kita. Relate?

“Ente julid aje kerjaanya Akh”, - Respon Akh Azhima (temen kontrakan) setiap saya ngomentarin kenapa ya kadang influencer (bad or good influencer) suka ngelakuin yang aneh-aneh.

Biasanya sih influencer ya yang kaya gini, tapi gak influencer juga ada sih haha. (tidak niat roasting, itu pilihan temen-temen). Saya juga greget kalau gak nge share hal-hal yang baru yang saya temuin di kehidupan tuh. Pengen aja di share (apalagi pas pengalaman ngegembel di negara orang). Yah siapa tau di view doi kan ya terus 1 jam setelahnya liat siapa aja yang udah liat story (plot twist: dah di view dan gak terjadi apa apa. sad! haha hiks). Nah tapi buat case bukan artis, saya gak tau nih mungkin temen-temen Psikologi bisa buat risetnya. Sebenernya kepribadian Introvert Extrovert ngaruh ga ke kelakuan oversharing? Soalnya sepengematan saya ngeliat yang oversharing itu biasanya yang extrovert (walau gak semua sih ya. Kebetulan temuan saya aja). Saya kan orang introvert (67%), suka konflik batin gini pas mau posting sesuatu

“Jangan ceritakan dirimu pada orang lain karena orang yang menyukaimu tidak membutuhkannya dan orang yang tidak menyukaimu tidak akan mempercayainya”, - Ali Ibn Abi Talib. Quote ini suka dikenal juga sebagai The Art Of Being Introvert.

Sebenernya gapapa kan ya oversharing kalau emang menarik mah hal yang di share-nya. Kita juga seneng ngeliatnya. Tapi kalau dah keterlaluan? NORAK NORAK haha (duh kan julid lagi). Kita pernah bahas ditulisan sebelumnya yaw! Dan anyway terjadi lagi kan kasus oversharing. Yang kasus kurang kenceng yang viral di twitter. Terus netizen langsung ungkit lagi kasus good looking selalu menang di saat ada influencer yang cuman mukbang doang tapi dihujatnya abis-abisan. Hmmm, standar ganda? Au ah males.

Ceritanya saat itu saya lagi masuk kelas business strategy. Pak dosen lagi ngebahas tentang Ansoff Matrix (bisa dicek tools ini di google. Matrix sederhana buat nentuin strategi bisnis kamu ke depan). Karena kebetulan lagi ngebahas tentang itu, Pak Dosen spoiler tentang BCG Matrix (ini designed sama salah satu konsultan terkenal, apalagi kalau bukan Boston Consulting Group). Nah itu di kelas kan ya. Materi berakhir dan saya pulang ke kosan.

Pas di kosan, apa yang terjadi? iklan BCG Matrix SPONSORED itu muncul di Instagram haha. Lah kata saya teh ini mah yang tadi dibahas di kelas. Saya gak pernah searching tentang ini sebelumnya. Jangan-jangan IG dengerin apa yang diomongin di kelas ya? Emang bener mereka dengerin apa yang kita omongin? Dimana kita tau hal ini? Semuanya mungkin terjawab di Term of use. Yang selalu kita skip (kek judul tulisan ini)

Nah balik lagi ke kasus privacy yang awal. Sebenernya gak oversharing pun, isu privacy ini masih tetep rame kan ya. Kaya kasus yang saya alami pas di kelas itu atau mungkin temen-temen bisa liat beberapa youtuber yang ngelakuin eksperimen nguji bener gak kalau internet dengerin apa yang kita omongin (ke Youtube jangan cuman ngeliat 2 jam gak ngapa ngapain hey wkwk). Akhirnya saya “iseng-iseng” buka ketentuan penggunaan Instagram (gak ada kerjaan beud yah haha). Saya yang selama ini maen skip skip aja, baru reveal something. Here We Go!

Apa Yang Instagram Tawarin

(1) Menawarkan peluang yang dipersonalisasikan untuk membuat, menjalin hubungan, berkomunikasi, menemukan, dan membagikan. (2) Mendorong terciptanya lingkungan yang bersifat positif, inklusif, dan aman (3) Mengembangkan dan menggunakan teknologi yang membantu kami dalam melayani komunitas kami secara konsisten. dan lain-lain. Bisa dicek disini. 

Ada yang menarik disini. Dibagian ini disebutin ada yang namanya kebijakan data. Nah ini nih. Data-data kita dongs. Kebijakan data ini ada lagi halaman khusus buat ngebahasnya anyway. Ini katanya:

A. Jenis Informasi yang Instagram kumpulin

(i) Hal-hal yang Anda dan orang lain lakukan serta berikan

Informasi dan konten yang kita berikan (lokasi foto atau tanggal pembuatan file, dll), jaringan dan koneksi (orang yang paling sering komunikasi sama kita & grup yang kita ikutin. langsung cek grup yah haha), penggunaan kita di IG (kek jenis konten yang kita liat, fitur yang kita gunain, dll), Informasi tentang transaksi yang dilakuin di Produk mereka including WA-FB-IG (kek pembelian game atau donasi), Hal-hal yang dilakuin sama orang lain & informasi yang dikasih mereka tentang kita (kek pas temen kita ngeshare foto kita tau ngomentarin foto kita)

(ii) Informasi Perangkat

Atribut Perangkat (sistem operasi, versi perangkat keras dan perangkat lunak, level baterai, kekuatan sinyal, ruang penyimpanan yang tersedia, jenis browser, nama dan jenis aplikasi dan file, serta plugin.), Operasi perangka. Pendentifikasi (ID Perangkat dll). Sinyal perangkat (Sinyal Bluetooth dan informasi tentang titik akses Wi-Fi, beacon, dan menara BTS terdekat), Data dari pengaturan perangkat (akses lokasi GPS, kamera, atau foto), Jaringan dan koneksi (nama operator seluler atau penyedia jasa internet Anda, bahasa, zona waktu, nomor ponsel, alamat IP, kecepatan koneksi).

Sebenernya masih banyak lagi. Baca halamannya sendiri lah ya. Tapi dari situ ktita bisa ngeliat seberapa banyak data yang kita kasih ke mereka. Sampai tau BTS terdekat pun tau dah. Saya aja sampe sekarang gak tau BTS terdekat dari rumah itu dimana dah hiks.

Komitmen: Yang Boleh dan Gak Boleh Dilakuin

Bagian ini sih yang kadang suka dilanggar (mungkin karena suka skip term of use kaya saya gitu yah haha). Tapi dari sini saya belajar juga. Saya gak akan sebutin semua, tapi yang unik-unik aja. Apa aja? here we go!

A. Orang yang bisa pake IG:

(i) Pengguna IG itu minimal 13 taun atau usia minimal resmi di negara kita pake IG

Ini saya baru tau banget sih. Katanya minimum umur buat IG itu 13 taun. Jadi buat emak-emak dan bapack-bapack muda. Mungkin harus mikir ulang kembali kalau mau buat IG buat anaknya. Jangan baru borojol dah langsung ada gitu yah haha. Eh bisa sih kalau di negara kita umur batas punya IG itu minimal 1 bulan (tapi gak tau ini berapa umurnya). Saya jadi mikir, oh pantesan Bu Retno Hening muat konten apapun tentang Kirana di IG nya beliau langsung tuh gegara ini kali ya. Padahal Bu Retno bisa buatin IG spesial Kirana. Kirana buat IG, auto banyak followersnya pasti. Kayaknya beliau baca dulu aturan ini deh. Makasih inspirasinya Bu Retno. Respect!

(ii) Kita bukan terpidana pelaku kejahatan seksual 

Katanya orang yang terpidana pelaku kejahatan seksual itu gak bisa pake IG. Tapi di kita banyak ga ya yang kek gitu? yang terpidana tapi tetep masih punya IG. atau malah banyak gitu followersnya haha dah lah

b. Cara yang gak boleh dilakuin di IG

(i) Kita gak boleh nyamar jadi orang lain atau ngasih informasi yang gak akurat

Disini kita gak harus ngungkapin identitas kita di IG, tapi kita harus ngasih informasi yang akurat dan terbaru. Kita gak boleh nyamar jadi orang lain atau buatin akun orang lain (tanpa izin tegas dari yang bersangkutan). ini sering deh. Ada yang viral-viral, biasanya tuh akun-akun bentukan baru dengan nama orang yang viral jadi ngedadak banyak pas kita search di explore itu. Kek gilang bungkus kemaren, akun aslinya dah kemana. Muncul akun-akun baru nya dan banyak.

(ii) Kita gak boleh ngejual, transfer, beli aspek apapun dari akun kita (including username)

Suka ada kan ya yang jualan akun IG. yang followers nya banyak, terus akhirnya dijual. Katanya gak boleh dijual yaw

(iii) Kita gak boleh posting informasi pribadi, informasi rahasia, atau ngelanggar hak miik orang lain kaya hak kekayaan intelektual

Izin Yang Kita Berikan ke Instagram

1. Kami tidak mengklaim kepemilikan atas konten Anda, tetapi Anda memberi lisensi kepada kami untuk menggunakannya.

2. Izin untuk menggunakan nama pengguna Anda, foto profil, serta informasi mengenai hubungan dan tindakan Anda dengan akun, iklan, dan konten bersponsor.

3. Anda menyetujui bahwa kami dapat mengunduh dan menginstal update pada Layanan di perangkat Anda.

Duh kepanjangan ya. Ini kalau saya bahas semuanya kayaknya panjang banget ini tulisan haha. Langsung ke intinya aja deh. Intinya ternyata data-data kita yang masuk ke IG itu banyak banget. Urusan privacy ternyata gak cuman ada di oversharing (itu yang oversharing mah bukan gak tau jaga privacy. Tapi mereka tau tentang menjaga privacy tapi mereka lebih memilih buat engga ngejaga itu). 

Jadi yah gitu lah yah, belum ngejawab sih kenapa tiba-tiba ada IG Sponsored di IG saya pas dulu di kampus (soalnya beberapa artikel bilang katanya IG gak listening us. Katanya). Tapi yah setelah baca term of use ini, saya jadi mulai tau ada hal-hal yang bisa dan seharusnya gak boleh dilakuin tapi kadang dilanggar. Maaf dah oversharing. Dah ah bhye, merci beaucoup and thanks for having a beautiful mind!

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

BTS OT7 Masterlist

BTS Reactions/Scenarios:

You go into labor at a fansign 

You have a panic attack and the members and your service dog comfort you

You’re a raver

You meet them while out and pretend you don’t know who they are, forgetting you’re wearing merch of theirs

You are asexual

You surprise visit them on tour 

Wolf BTS AU! You get injured in the woods and they find you 

You are a successful CEO

Your relationship is exposed while they are on tour

Your family fights a lot and you’re stuck at home so they comfort you

Cuddling with them

You are their best friend and are pregnant

You wear a rock group’s shirt to their concert and are teased by fans

You are unmotivated/insecure about your dancing

You are Adora’s best friend and they often come to her studio to see you

The first time they are intimate with you 

You love thunderstorms

They teach you how to play an instrument

You reveal you are non-binary

Animals are at ease around you

You end up in the hospital because you eat a dish not knowing it has seafood in it and you’re allergic

You get into a laughing fit

They lose a bet with you and you ask for head pats

You are a famous author

You are their celebrity crush and they meet you backstage

You almost fall over whenever you sneeze

You are a chef and open up your own restaurant

You fall asleep on them and talk in your sleep

They get a call that you are in the hospital and have given birth when neither of you knew you were pregnant

You are on a blind date with them and they see your scars from a past abusive relationship

They see you on date after you two breakup 

You speak French

You overthink everything 

You ask them to caress your cheek because it helps you sleep 

You have Lupus

They’re disappointed you’re a proper eater 

Werewolf BTS: They meet your large and overprotective dog 

Their dominant behavior makes you uncomfortable

You try to stay awake but fall asleep while hanging out with them

You are craving their affection

The members reaction to the shadow comeback trailer

Mafia AU: They are upset on the wedding night of their arranged marriage with you

You are afraid to have kids because you feel you won’t be a good parent

You squeak because of the hiccups 

You have NF1

Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader: They reveal your relationship while on your

Poly Taegi relationship headcanons

Namjoon & Yoongi x reader: You move to Seoul to surprise them while they are on tour

Poly Namseok relationship headcanons

Poly vmin soulmate scenario

They visit you for the first time

They are teased for having a hickey/giving you one

You are self conscious because you are older than them

You get in a fight after someone flirts with them

They fall in love with you at a fan sign

They find out you are having twins

You come home crying from work 

They propose to you at a concert

Poly jikook relationship headcanons

Your friend knows you have a crush on them and dares you to try and seduce them

You have an alcoholic parent

Poly Yoonkook: When you are pregnant headcanons

You are in a musical

Werewolf BTS: You register them as a service dog

Poly Yoonseok relationship head canons

You watch a soccer match together

You go to the beach even though you’re afraid of swimming 

Poly Minjoon relationship head canons

Poly Taejin relationship head canons 

They help you get over a toxic friendship

They ask you to teach them to say something in a foreign language 

They take you out to secretly explore the city

Poly Namgi headcanons

They meet your same sex parents

Werewolf BTS reaction: You boop their nose

They say something flirt to you in Korean not realizing you can understand them 

You’re a cosplayer

Your neighbors are fighting and you worry your relationship is going to end up the same

You become flustered around them

Someone flirts with you

They make you shiver

You ask for their affection

How they would flirt with you if they wanted your attention

On their honeymoon

You need to listen to music to sleep at night

You own exotic animals

You are the singer of a rock/metal band

Poly namkook relationship head canons

You get severe cramps

You are sick and lose your voice

They encourage you when you’re shy in public

They use you as a pillow

You are on the spectrum

You distance yourself from them because you are afraid of getting hurt

How each member would kiss you after getting back from tour

Poly Namjin headcanons

They can tell you’re upset by the songs you are listening to

Mafia AU: You get attacked on your way home

You’re one of their staff members and they fall in love with you

You sprain your ankle

Poly Yoonkook relationship headcanons

You have to hold their hand in order to sleep

Your first time staying the night with them

You cry thinking about how much you love them

You give them eskimo kisses

Their little sister is self harming

You have a ‘queen bee’ type personality

Your towel falls down when you slip in the bathroom

You’re their neighbor and they accidentally reveal they have a crush on you

You are plus sized and proud

You’re a social butterfly

You’re their younger sister and get inappropriate messages from an older guy

Reaction to your baby bump

They do something thoughtful for you and you get emotional

You get drunk and wake up with matching tattoos

Poly vmin relationship headcanons

You are lactose intolerant

You meet them for the first time a few days before they go on tour

You are bluntly honest

They kiss you after not seeing you for a while

Your relationship is a secret so they create a signal to tell you they love you

They’re your first time

You are harassed while out on a date with them

You see the snow for the first time

You’re sick and ask them to sing for you

You flinch during and argument

BTS as secret admirers

You hit your head and have to go to the hospital

Poly Taekook relationship

Werewolf AU! Sharing a bed for the first time

They’re jealous of you spending too much time with TXT

You’re wounded dragon shifter and they help you

Your baby falls off the bed when they aren’t in the room

The other members walk in on you two and they think you’re doing something dirty

Comfort after a nightmare

They wake up their newborn after you just get them to go to sleep

Animals don’t like you and you get upset

You’re a prince/princess

You’re their flight attendant and they think you’re pretty

You’re sensitive towards others

You’re their best friend and are jealous of them spending too much time with another female celebrity

They see you without glasses for the first time

You throw your phone off the balcony when they ask to see it

They see your abusive ex

You insist on being courted

You insist on courting them

You’re insecure about your tall height

You were contemplating suicide, and they don’t find out until later

Vampire AU/ You’re a hunter trying to catch them pt. 2

They fall in love with someone who is the complete opposite of them

You have a lot of pets

You’re a contortionist and they go to see you perform

Werewolf AU where you save them     pt. 2

Vampire AU where they accidentally bite you

You travel the world with them

Talking in between kisses

The type of s.o each member needs

You need to hug something in order to sleep

They spoil you and you feel like you’re taking advantage of them

They ask if you’re pregnant when you’re actually not

You try to learn Korean for them but are getting frustrated until you understand something they say

You’re a struggling actress

You wear an outfit that shows off your figure

They walk in on your singing in the shower

They see a pregnant fan at a fansign

You have an emotional support/service dog

They comfort you after they can tell you are upset, even though you try to hide it

You are skinny and have a small chest and are insecure about it

They meet your large and loud family

You have a personality and fashion sense similar to them

They find out what their contact name is in your phone

They are insecure and you help comfort them

They are wearing your clothes

You’re the big spoon

Their crush is already in a relationship

You two are idols and break up after a 10 year relationship pt. 2

They don’t know you but they save you from suicide pt. 2

Their s.o beats them at overwatch

their s.o is peak ‘dumbass culture’

They notice their s.o’s baby bump before they know they are pregnant

Their s.o is hogging the bathroom

Harry Potter AU

Your both idols and break up after a 10 year relationship

Their crush likes them but doesn’t think they are good enough for them

Their crush can waterbend

They don’t know you but they save you from suicide

They have a crush on you and your boyfriend speaks badly of you behind your back and forgets your name

They are your first relationship and first kiss

Showering with their s.o

You accidentally confess to them

First time meeting your grandma who raised you

You have a child together, but hide it from them and they find out a year later Pt. 2

Their crush has a journal that reveals their true feelings

They are jealous of your male best friend but don’t realize he’s gay

You are wearing the wrong BT21 character pajamas

Their s.o is pregnant and stressed

They come home and find you standing on the counter because you’re too short to see inside the cabinets

You are practicing their songs/trying to learn Korean

You have a crush on a celebrity with rugged features

Having a ‘don’t tell mommy’ secret with their child

You send them a snap of yourself reacting to their songs

You can’t have kids but are open to other options

They are afraid to take their newborn to get shots

Comforting you during a panic attack

Their idol crush performs ‘Hello Bitches’ by CL

How they give heated kisses

Their s/o is on their period and their chest hurts so they cannot lay on it

Their s/o wants to have a matrix movie marathon

The other members find out you are secretly hooking up with each other

They wake up in their bt21 character’s body

Helping you through the birth of your child

You have a child from a previous relationship

Their best friend is in love with them and doesn’t realize they are their ideal type of girl

Their s.o/crush can hit a whistle note

Their normally kind/bubbly s/o roasts someone who is badmouthing them

Sharing a bed with them and your clothes ride up on you

They kiss your body affectionately because you are insecure/like it

Your first kiss with them

They’re feeling down and their crush is affectionate towards them to comfort them

Their s/o nuzzles them

Their attractive significant other has never been in a relationship before

Their crush loves animals/nature

Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2 (alternate ending where the fame does ruin you)

Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2

Their crush tells them they want to be an idol

You two are friends and have feelings for each other, but are too afraid to confess pt. 2

You two are friends and having feelings for each other, but are too afraid to confess pt. 1

They find out you can sing powerfully like an opera singer

They realize they are in love with you

Comforting you after a breakup

They come home and find you singing/dancing to one of their songs

Their s/o is caught writing a poem about them

You can’t sleep

First Date

Snowday

You comforting them

Comforting their sick s/o

[infinityactual]

I wanna know abt the angsty ai au ;u;

A'ight.

Basically because H5's story is sorta garbo, I've been thinking of ways to alter it and make it less 'mental illness is bad, cortnan gone cray-cray'. People can do bad things out of fear or in a misguided attempt to protect loved ones, so my headcanon is that when BT is retrieved by Fireteam Osiris, John stops communicating w Cortana entirely, which is the opposite of what she wanted. I haven't figured out how yet, but she comes around and during a peace summit of sorts where Lasky is present bc Flagship Captain, Warden Eternal loses his complete shit and crashes the party; there's a precedent for Warden being a dick, even to Cortana in H5. In the chaos, Lasky takes a glancing headshot. It wouldn't be instantly fatal, but the travel time from planet to state-of-the-art medbays on Infinity is just too long and he bleeds out on the way (I doubt biofoam is compatible with brain matter).

Roland is fucking panicking because his captain is dying and there is no way he can stop it. In AI time, he thinks he can try doing an on-the-fly brain scan and reaches out to any other AI that can help: Black Box responds, because he's not a total asshole, and a few others I have yet to figure out also answer Roland's panicked yell and between them, five or so AIs manage to preserve Lasky's consciousness and neural patterns as data.

Except Lasky is used to having a physical body. Now he has nothing, and he's completely unable to deal with the lack of physical sense or any sort of the usual sensory perception he's had for fifty fucking years. Stop and think for a second about all of the sensory input you get: besides the five senses, you also have a sense of where you are in your surroundings, you can feel your body living. Try to imagine just being your thoughts, and your thoughts alone. It's sorta difficult. So all Roland gets is this blazing red point of light that radiates extreme panic and terror, and he has no idea how to fix it. I'd like to think that after seeing how much Lasky's death impacted John, Cortana tries to help, and stumbles onto the idea that he needs physical sensation to ground himself, and proves her point by asking Roland to sever all connections w Infinity and his matrix to get an idea of what Lasky is experiencing.

Once Lasky has a physical body he can ground himself with, he basically has to start re-learning how to live. AI 'mindspace' (The space where AI exist that's in the spaces between systems) is a sensory mindfuck for Lasky because it encompasses more than the three dimensions he'd spent his life knowing. But within three days (Lasky now experiences time as an AI, so it's been about 3mo or more to him) he's able to generate a holographic, cyan avatar of himself on holodisks and in holotanks, so he can interact with the physical world. John is both relieved and somewhat broken by all this, cos Tom is there, talking to him like he's just making a transmission from another ship, but John knows his body is also in the morgue. Lasky has no memory for several hours before and after the death of his physical body.

Eventually, after learning how to AI, Lasky is able to manifest a hardlight form like Cortana (Roland already could, but that's another long-ass bit f headcanon) but freaks out at first because WHY AM I BLUE, WHERE IS MY FACE OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK, and has to spend a long while tweaking things. He has to remember and put effort into his physical appearence now, where he didn't before. He gives people the heebie jeebies for a few days while he sorts things, meanwhile bits of his avatar seem to go between hi-res and low-res smooth or polygonal shapes, especially his back (how often do you get a good look at your back?) His face seems to shift a lot too. But eventially he nails everything down with Roland's help.

And then he gets to hug John.

But as a hardlight avatar, even if he looks like his old self now, he: Is room temperature, doesn't blink, has no pulse and doesn't breathe. John's brain immediately goes 'I'm hugging a corpse.' and he recoils almost violently in panic.

Tom's mother can't deal with it, either. She buried one son already, and the cognative dissonace of knowing her other son is dead, and having attended the funeral, and then seeing and interacting with an exact replica of the body she saw is too much and she refuses to accept that the AI that just wants a hug and to be close to her is, in fact, her son.

Over time, Lasky is taught by Roland how to code small programs to deal with his appearence and involuntary things like a simulated heartbeat and respiratory cycle, and rebuilds what he had with John. But the more he understands he isn't human, the more small things change: His eyes are a very dark, saturated cyan instead of brown, and he manifests an AI self-visualization of a mass of mist shot through with lightning (which flat terrifies the other AI, bc stray electric arcs are death for computer circuits) They start calling him Raikou among themselves. Eventually, in defense of John, Lasky manfests his 'DOS monster' form, the Arcdragon.

That's all for now, unless anyone wants some stupid-ass bonus ideas that I've been discussing that are less hurty...

[today-we-will-survive]

Laser Losers

BTS au one-shot

Jungkook x Reader Y/N

Fluff, romance

Word Count: 1,739

Neon lights flash across your vision as sounds of lasers and loud music assault your ears. A light sheen of sweat coats your skin, beads dripping down your face. Your calf muscles burn but your attention stays focused on the arrows that rise rapidly on the screen in front of you. Your feet move to the rhythm of the song blasting from the speakers, hitting the correct square as the accompanying arrow hits the line at the top of the screen. With one last jump, you land on the tile on either side of you as the song ends. The word “WINNER” flashes across your side of the screen.

“How do you keep beating me?” comes a whine from beside you and you turn to flash a victorious grin at your boyfriend. “I’m the one that does this for a living.”

“Exactly,” you say and use the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe sweat from your temple. “You’re ridiculously good at everything. I don’t get to do this very often. Let me have my moment!”

Jungkook dips his head, his bangs hanging in strings plastered to his forehead and he juts his bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” he says, “But I’m not going easy on your anymore.”

“Deal,” you reply, both of you knowing full well that he wasn’t going easy on you this time around. The fact that you just happened to get lucky and win has to be some sort of glitch in the matrix. Either way, his ego is now officially bruised. Time for a distraction.

You grab his hand and pull him toward you, his own hands automatically coming up to hold your waist. “Slushies?” you ask and his pout immediately morphs into a bright, bunny smile.

With drinks in hand, the two of you wander through the arcade, stopping behind any game that catches either of your eyes. As you make your way down the last aisle, Jungkook’s eyes rove over the rows of first person shooter and racing games before zeroing in on something behind your head. You watch as his mouth forms a perfect O.

With a gasp, he juts his finger out over your shoulder. “Laser tag!” he yells and starts bouncing up and down excitedly. “Play laser tag with me!”

You can’t help but laugh at his childlike excitement and turn around to look at the large banner over a door outfitted to look like the entrance to a spaceship. A smaller sign sits on a stand next to the door and you squint at the words on it.

“We need at least four more players,” you say and see the spark leave his eyes.

But a second later, it returns again. “Hyungs.”

Ten minutes later, you and Jungkook have managed to tear the other members away from their games with the promise that he would buy pizza afterward. Of course, once they’re all in their gear with the guns in their hands, they’re much more excited to be playing.

As you adjust your chest plate, Jungkook sulks up to you, eying the yellow stickers on yours and the blue on his. “Why are we on opposite teams?” he asks peering at you out of the tops of his eyes.

“I figure this is a good way for you to get me back for beating you at Just Dance,” you reply with a wink. “I would say ‘do your worst’ but I figure you already plan to.”

Jungkook leans in to press his lips to yours in  sweet kiss. “You know me so well,” he says then raises his gun in the air. “Prepare to lose.”

You have no intention of actually letting Jungkook win. Jimin, RM and Jin are on your team while Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi are on Jungkook’s. The blue team, being made up of the more methodical members of BTS, all huddle together at the entrance while you and your three teammates take off in different directions the moment the buzzer goes off, signaling the beginning of the round.

The thick air immediately fills with sounds of laser gunfire and techno music as you make your way through the black lit maze of neon colored barriers, stopping to hide behind one after a little while so you can catch your breath. You hear someone let out a loud victory yell as someone else roars in defeat and you can only hope that the latter is on your team.

You’ve never been the competitive sort, at least not before meeting Jungkook. Something about the boy, about the way he can go from bunny to brat in half a second drives you insane, though you can’t help but love it. You love his playful side, his mischievous side. You love to see him become so passionate about winning. Seeing the drive, the determination. It’s one of the things you’ve admired about him from the start.

It’s hard to see through the thick haze of fog clinging to the air and the black lights bouncing off of it just make it that much worse. You have your gun up, pointed directly out in front of you as you creep through the room, jumping out from behind each barrier with your finger on the trigger, ready to pull it at a moment’s notice.

“Aha!”

You let out a scream as you whirl around to find Taehyung, his chest plate lit up like a Christmas tree and he drops his head in defeat. “Man,” he whines and turns around to find RM behind him beaming with pride.

“Got you,” the leader says to the maknae before giving you a salute and running off in the opposite direction in pursuit of any remaining foe.

“Tae, have you seen Jungkook?” you ask him before he has a chance to slump away.

Taehyung juts his chin down a hallway to your right. “I think he’s down that way,” he says gloomily.

With a nod, you adjust the shoulder strap that’s biting into your neck and head in that direction. Throwing a quick thanks back over your shoulder, you slink down the hall, keeping your back pressed to the wall and your gun up and ready to shoot. You don’t care about where the others are. You don’t even care if your team wins, all you care about is taking out Jungkook. Maybe you weren’t competitive before dating him but you most definitely are now.

“I’ve got you cornered.”

You turn around to find Jungkook standing in the doorway to the room you’ve just entered, blocking your only way of escape, his gun trained on you. “There’s nowhere to run, Y/N,” he says and even in the strange lighting, you can see a glint in his eyes.

“Who says I wanted to run?” you ask, giving him a flirtatious smirk as you saunter toward him. You stop only when the tip of his gun is pressed against your chest plate. His mouth is inches from yours and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows nervously. “Are you gonna shoot me?” you whisper.

Jungkook stares at you, his smile gone but his lips still slightly parted. His eyes squint to slits as he seems to be weighing his options. Slowly, so as to not let him on to your plan, you begin to raise your gun at your side, your finger on the trigger, poised to shoot him. You watch as Jungkook’s eyes dart to the side, catching your movement. Then with one swift swing of his arm, he grabs the wrist of your gun wielding hand while at the same time using his own gun to push you backwards until your back hits the wall. Your gun is now pinned down at your side, useless. His mouth spreads into a malicious grin, the black lights making his teeth glow. He leans in, touching his cheek to yours.

“You think you’re so clever,” he says.

Suddenly, you hear a loud zing and Jungkook’s chest piece erupts in a flash of red lights. He jerks around in astonishment and you peer around him to find Jimin standing in the doorway to the room, his gun pointed at Jungkook and an amused smile on his face.

“Seriously?” Jungkook yells and Jimin lets out a laugh. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Can’t!” Jimin yells back. “You’re dead!” Then he gives you a wink before bounding off down the hall.

Jungkook turns around again and drops his head onto your shoulder, letting out a low whine. You reach out and lift his chin until his pouting eyes meet yours.

“Hey,” you say and he lets out a huff that stirs his bangs. Then he watches confused as you lift your own gun, point it at yourself and pull the trigger. There’s another jumble of sounds and then your chest piece glows red with his.

“What did you do that for?” Jungkook asks and you smile.

“Now we’re both losers,” you say with a shrug.

The smile returns to your boyfriend’s face and he brings a  hand up to cup your cheek. “Kiss me, loser,” he says and you lift onto your toes so you can touch your lips to his.

Suddenly, there’s a loud cacophony of noise before the lights turn off, plunging the room you’re in into darkness. A few seconds pass as you and Jungkook wait in confused silence, then the room floods with harsh white light and you jump apart, squinting at the sudden brightness.

“Game over,” a robotic voice says over a loudspeaker as Jungkook bends down and snatches his gun off the floor. “All players please return to the entrance.”

You take his hand and start tugging him along. “I wonder who won.”

[trippydooda]

hello yes i am alive i’ve just been working on the Tangled AU fic that’s being updated on AO3. but because i am a Trashcan™ i started writing a self indulgent Taegi fic so here is a lil preview of it. i’ll post the full one on here and probably AO3 after the Tangled fic is done but until then here we go for another sinfest uwu

ENJOY

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi

Rating: M

Word Count: 881

If you asked Yoongi a month ago if he ever thought about fucking his classmate, he would have laughed in your face and probably tossed some formic acid in your face for added insult.

This is exactly how he doesn’t fucking know when he started watching his lab partner’s hands with sharp inhales when he does something as menial as grabbing a fucking graduated cylinder. In all honesty it’s probably really incredibly dangerous considering they’re working with chloric acid today and Yoongi’s become quite fond of his skin, thank you. It doesn’t stop him, though, and he’s definitely been staring too hard since he barely even hears his partner say his name.

“Are you even listening?” Taehyung says, annoyance thinly hidden under his tone. 

Yup, that’s the asshole’s name. Taehyung, or “Taetae” as his friends call him, which Yoongi refuses to acknowledge as cute. Also, no, he really wasn’t listening. “Something about acid?” He coyly asks instead and prays his face isn’t red. It sure as shit feels red.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “You’re gunna get us killed, Min.” Yoongi grits his teeth. The kid refuses to call him by his first name, says it’s more formal if he just uses his family name and it pisses Yoongi off more than anything. Taehyung, the little shit, can probably sense that too. “Just stand there and look mysterious and brooding, yeah?”

It’s Yoongi who rolls his eyes now. He grabs the lab instructions as he says, “The professor will bitch at me if I do that, and you know it. At least let me hold something, make it look like I’m doing something.”

Taehyung shrugs and slides over a barely full flask with his stupidly long, slender fingers. Yoongi absolutely ignores how soft they are when they barely brush by Yoongi’s heavily calloused ones, and wills himself to remember skin looks a lot nicer when its cellular matrix is still intact. 

Yoongi is fully able to realise he’s being gross. That it’s probably not a good idea to try and jack off with his roommate just in the other room, but this is why he got an apartment. So he wasn’t in grad school quite yet, but Seokjin had just made up some small lie and they let Yoongi live here well enough. All Seokjin really needs to do is smile and bat his eyelashes and it always has the girls scrambling to do his every will. Guys too, actually. 

Except Yoongi is definitely not thinking about his roommate when he wraps his hand around his stupidly hard cock. In some absolutely ridiculous train of thought, looking at Taehyung’s impeccably neat handwriting on their lab shit had started in Yoongi’s mind a whole swath of erotic situations that just so happened to include his lab partner who always smelled like cinnamon somehow. And Yoongi hates cinnamon, can’t understand why Seokjin puts it in his porridge, in his coffee. It tastes like sugar that’s trying to be spicy, and Yoongi hates it.

He also hates how his breath shudders when he makes the smallest of pumps. In order to get this over with and not entirely hate himself tomorrow when he sees Taehyung in class, he didn’t even bother to grab any lube. He really didn’t need to anyway, what with the embarrassing amount of pre-come leaking out of him already. As he increases speed, he screws his eyes shut and tries to imagine softer hands around him, a long finger circling the head before it barely slips into his slit. It works, partially, when all he can do is buck into his own touch, but he moans both from pleasure and the fact that it’s still his hand and not Taehyung’s. 

He imagines those lips that are probably just as soft curling around Yoongi’s cock, tan cheeks hollowing out and a deep hum filling the space. Because of course Taehyung would be good at giving head, there’s no way he couldn’t be. He always wears ridiculously tight jeans with what Yoongi swears are fucking Gucci loafers, always has them paired with a loose shirt that screams he doesn’t give a fuck. Maybe Yoongi could take it, maybe, but the soft silver hair and stupid fucking earrings that hang delicately from his ears just fucking makes Yoongi lose it. He’s always had it out for pretty boys, and Christ was Taehyung pretty. He wasn’t just pretty, he was gorgeous and hot and everything that Yoongi wants to tear apart right now.

The image of that tall and slender body underneath him as he fucks it thoroughly is what makes Yoongi come. It hits him hard, he actually probably breaks the skin on his lip to avoid making too much noise (even though he probably has already), and he’s left being able to feel his heartbeat in his temples. He stares at the ceiling, unwilling to come to terms with the fact that he’s just jerked off to the image of his fucking classmate, someone he barely knows outside of finding the molar mass of dihydrogen sulfide, begging for release. Yoongi tries to attribute it to the fact that’s it’s been too long since he’s had a good fuck, and that’s what still goes through his mind when he finally moves to clean up.

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.2 - PJM

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,068

AN: Alright guys, get ready for these to hit the timeline back to back! I hope you’re ready! I thoroughly enjoyed writing these and yes, because it’s The Matrix, we are going to get dark in this piece. As I stated before, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432​

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“Jimin! Aren’t you coming?”

Jimin casually glanced over his shoulder, readjusting the strap to his backpack in a more comfortable position. A few of his classmates waved to him, urging him to come along. They were finished with their studies for the day and didn’t have any after school activities that required their attention. Normally, they would head to the arcade to mindlessly spend the quarters weighing their pockets down. 

He smiled, shaking his head and waving back at them. “No, you guys go on ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

His friends pouted, canting their heads slightly before shrugging. They laughed as they turned to head down the street, all of them declaring loudly how they were going to beat the other into submission in a round of Street Fighter.

Sighing, Jimin pushed his way through the crowd to head to the local library. The internet was faster there and he could focus on what he wanted to work on in peace and quiet. Stopping at a vending machine on the way, he bought a few drinks and some snacks to tide him over until he was forced to stop working due to needing sleep. 

It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting for him at home anyway.

Hopping up the stone steps, he entered through the front door and smiled at the library clerk. She was a pretty woman - at least pretty in terms of being an old lady. Late fifties to early sixties at best, he could guess. Jimin never told her his name, however, but she didn’t mind. She always referred to him as “Young Man” and he answered readily with a smile.

“Research again, Young Man?” she asked, holding out a book for him.

Jimin took the item from her, already knowing that she wanted him to put it back where it was supposed to go. He smiled. “Yes ma’am.” He eyed the cover. “Ching Dynasty in the History section, right?”

The old lady beamed at him. “Correct. You’re such a good lad.”

“I try,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, don’t work too hard. I know you’ve been focusing very hard on your project these last few weeks, but you’re young and shouldn’t strain your eyes so much.”

Jimin bowed his head slightly. “I won’t. Thank you.”

He quickly maneuvered around the library, locating the history section and replaced the book. He always had a knack of finding things and Jimin just knew when things were out of place. His teachers called it a “gift” but he had a feeling that it was something else entirely. He just couldn’t place it. Not yet, at least.

Making his way toward the back of the library, he reached a few taupe colored desks nestled in a small nook in the corner. He threw his backpack on top of the shelf portion, unzipping the top and rifling around inside. He pulled out two mini discs and one floppy disc. Reaching further into the pack, his fingers wrapped around the mini computer and the wires needed to make the device work. He wasted no time booting up the computer, setting up the small computer beside the motherboard and plugging things in.

It only took him a few minutes to go through various checks to make sure that his connection was secure. Then he pulled up a few console windows, his fingers typing swiftly over the keys.

???: 

He couldn’t describe the wave of relief that hit him when he saw his chat partner beginning the conversation. Lately Jimin had to be the one to initiate the chat, hoping that he reached them. 

Cobra:

Jimin felt a bead of sweat forming on the bridge of his nose. He knew that this could possibly chase them away. But there was a chance that it wouldn’t. And the information his friend gave him was too profound to ignore.

???: 

Cobra:

???:

Cobra:

???:

It was now or never. Jimin felt like if he didn’t take advantage of this opportunity now, he would never get another one. His chance to obtain the answers to his questions would slip through his fingers like sand. He wouldn’t be able to recover it fast enough.

Cobra:

???:

Cobra:

???:

Blinking at the screen, Jimin reached under the desk and began patting around the surface beneath. His thumb brushed up against something. Curling his fingers around it, he pulled it free - the distinct sound of velcro separating shockingly loud in the quiet confines of his corner. Jimin inspected it, not sure what to make of the item his friend left for him. It was no bigger than a pack of cigarettes, but the container was made of metal.

When did they prepare this?

Though the more pressing question was how did they know he would be sitting at that particular desk on that particular day?

Just how close was his friend?

Jimin couldn’t stop the cold shiver from snaking up his back. He was nervous, but excited. Something was wrong with him.

Cobra:

???:

He watched his friend go offline, leaving him alone. He could sense that there wasn’t much time. Jimin quickly logged off, turned off the computer and haphazardly threw all of his things into his bag. Stuffing the small metal container into his inner jacket pocket, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and made his way to the entrance of the stairs.

The library building was tall - at least thirty stories. Jimin climbed them all. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves hammering around inside of his chest or the adrenaline of excitement rushing his footsteps, but he didn’t care. After months of secret conversations, he was finally going to learn something. He would release the pressure at the back of his brain, telling him that something was wrong with the world that he lived in.

Bursting through the rooftop access door, Jimin was greeted with a swift burst of cold air. The sun had long since set. He didn’t remember being in the library for very long. Was it already that late?

Jimin sensed a flash of movement from his right, his body reacting faster than his mind could process. Leaning back, he dodged a fist that was aimed for the side of his head. Pivoting on his heels, he spun out of reach just as another fist shot out - hoping to strike true. 

“Hey!” he yelled, stumbling back a few paces. “What’s the big idea?!”

Standing in front of him was a man no taller than him - Asian in origin, though he could only guess that he was of Chinese descent based on his clothing choice. He wore an off white changsan, a black fitted shirt underneath, and long wide leg pants. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses - the lenses small and round. His hair was cut short - military-style buzz cut. The man was clearly skilled in martial arts.

Jimin watched him smile and this only caused his irritation to mount further. Hadn’t his friend told him that he could trust the person he was meeting on the roof? Was this all a setup?

The man lowered his stance, placing a palm over one fist and bowing his head. After a few seconds, Jimin bowed his head also, but maintained eye contact with him. The man continued to smile at him.

“You have very good reflexes for one so young,” he complimented.

Jimin shrugged. “I guess so.”

“You move like a cobra.” He lowered his arms down to his sides. “I am Seraph. I will guide you to The Oracle.”

“The Oracle?” Jimin couldn’t hide the confused expression on his face. He’d heard rumors online about someone with that moniker, but he figured it was just some myth circulating through the dark net. “I’m...meeting The Oracle.”

Seraph nodded, fishing into his pocket as he approached the roof access door. “Yes. She has much to discuss with you. But we must hurry.” He pulled out a small ring of keys, sliding one of them into the lock. “We don’t have much time.”

Before Jimin could question Seraph’s sanity, he watched the man open the door. But instead of a set of stairs, he could see a back alley in its place. His lips parted, unable to properly fathom what he’d just seen. The moisture left his mouth and a throbbing pain began drilling into the back of his head. Seraph was instantly at his side, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You have to remain calm. Take a few deep breaths.”

He felt like he was choking. “W-What is going on?”

“Breathe, Cobra. If your mental acuity spikes too much, they will be able to locate us.”

“T-They?”

“We need to go. Now.”

It was painful for him to nod, but Seraph helped him toward the door. Once inside the alley, he watched Seraph closing the door and locking it behind them. The street lights flickered sporadically, serving as a guide through the darkness. If Seraph was speaking to him, which he doubted, he didn’t think he would be able to hear him over the thunder of his own heartbeat. 

Jimin didn’t remember seeing Seraph unlocking another door, or the two more after that, but he was jolted to a sudden halt when they stood in front of a bright red door. It looked like the kind of door that belonged to a quaint house in the suburbs. The kind of house a normal, loving family would have attached to their single family home. 

Seraph motioned for Jimin to open it, as this door was not locked. Or, at least, he could only assume that it wasn’t since he hadn’t seen Seraph pulling out a key from his key ring. He grabbed for the brass handle and turned the knob, pushing the door open and stepping over the threshold.

There was a sweet aroma hovering in the air, making Jimin’s mouth water instantly. In all of the controlled chaos, he’d forgotten to eat. The soft tones of jazz came from a radio in the kitchen. He followed the sounds and stopped at the entrance.

Standing by the stove was a woman who looked to be in her mid to late fifties. She was a little heavier built, but her curves were defined and lovely in a sweet sort of way. Her back was to him, but through her dark curls he saw strands of gray peppered throughout. Smoke billowed from an ashtray nearby where an abandoned cigarette rested against one of the center notches. 

“Um,” he finally managed, taking a step forward, “excuse me?”

“Just a minute,” said the woman, her voice hauntingly familiar, “they’re almost finished. You might want to have a seat.”

Jimin reigned his curiosity back as he watched the woman lean over to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven. Heat rushed through the kitchen from the stove, warming him from the inside out. She set the tray down on the counter, giving the pastries a chance to cool. As she wiped her hands on her apron, she turned to look at Jimin and he immediately lost his balance. He blindly reached for the nearest chair, collapsing into it.

“It...It’s you,” he stammered, looking at the woman he’d come to know as the kind library clerk, “but how?”

The woman smiled, reaching for her cigarette. She took a drag, exhaling smoke from her nostrils. “I told you to have a seat.”

His eyes shook, darting in every direction before landing back on her. None of this made any sense. Jimin’s gaze moved to the floor as he tried to calm his breathing, placing a hand on his chest in an almost vain attempt to settle his rattled nerves. He watched the woman’s shadow move closer to him until she, too, was sitting across from him. When he looked up, the older woman was holding out a plate to him - a single cookie placed in the center.

“Here. I know you’re probably hungry. This will tide you over until dinner is finished.”

He unconsciously took the cookie off the plate, but he was unsure of whether to eat it or not. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust it was safe to eat. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep it down.

She set a glass of water in front of him. “Now listen to me, Cobra. We don’t have a whole lot of time. I’m sure you’re just as aware of that fact as I am.”

Jimin reached a trembling hand toward the glass. “Are you really The Oracle?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The Oracle chuckled as she tapped a bit of ash off into the tray. “So many questions and yet I knew that would be the first one you’d ask.”

He drained half the glass in a single gulp. “Something is happening to me.”

“Yes, it is.” She pressed the cigarette to her lips. “It’s been happening for a while now.”

“Are you responsible for it?”

“No, Cobra.” The Oracle blew smoke out of her mouth. “You are.”

“What?”

“Did you bring the package with you?”

Jimin frowned. “If you’re The Oracle, shouldn’t you know that answer already?”

Again, she chuckled. “I do. I’m asking more for your sake than my own. You look ready to pop.”

His fingers moved from the glass and toward his pocket. He pulled out the small metal case and placed it on the table between them. Instead of reaching for it, however, The Oracle gestured toward him.

“Go on. Open it.”

Jimin opened the box, unsure of what he was actually looking at. Inside were what appeared to be two gel caplets. One red, the other blue. A bead of sweat slid down from his temple to his chin, dripping onto the top of his shoe. He slowly lifted his face to look at The Oracle who still had a calm expression painted over her features.

“Like I said earlier, Cobra, we don’t have a lot of time. I can only apologize for taking so long to close the distance between us. If I’d been faster, then we wouldn’t be rushing now.”

“Rushing for what?”

“To give you the answers you so desperately seek.” She crushed the ember of her cigarette out into the tray. “You have a choice to make. Right now. If you still want to know the truth about everything, about why you feel like the world around you doesn’t make sense, or why you feel so isolated in it, then take the red pill and seek the answers out for yourself.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. “How am I supposed to do that alone?”

The Oracle reached out a hand to cup his cheek. Her touch was warm; comforting. It helped relax his already fraying nerves. Her thumb stroked over the corner of his eye, wiping the tear away. “Oh, honey, you won’t be alone.” She looked every bit like a mother comforting a scared child in that instant. “But I won’t lie to you, the truth is going to be hard to swallow. Harder than that pill. You’ll probably hate me after you find out the truth. If you feel you won’t be able to handle any of that, then take the blue pill. You’ll forget all about me and what you’ve seen the very minute you step out that door.”

She removed her hand from his cheek, making him very aware of how cold the world seemed at the absence of her touch. Jimin eyed the pills in the box. What did he have to lose by taking the red pill and finding out the truth? His life here was meaningless - just an endless sequence of purposeless days bleeding into purposeless weeks, meshing into equally purposeless months until years with no purpose marched on.

Plucking the red pill from the foam cushion in the box, he popped it into his mouth without hesitation. He grabbed the glass of water and gulped down what remained, swallowing it. 

The Oracle suddenly grabbed Jimin’s hand just as he set the glass back down on the table. “Listen to me very carefully, Cobra. I need you to remember what I tell you when you wake up.”

“W-What do you mean?” Jimin’s vision began to swim momentarily. His auditory senses almost seemed heightened at that moment and he heard several heavy footsteps approaching from the living room. 

“You are going to find The One. That is the path that you have chosen for yourself.” The Oracle pressed both of her hands on either side of his face. “Believe in that path. When you discover the truth, you will come to understand the meaning behind my words.”

“Oracle, please,” Jimin managed to choke out, “I don’t understand…”

He saw several shadows circling him and different voices began talking all at once. 

“We’ve almost narrowed down his location,” said a man to his right, “we need just a few more seconds.”

Jimin gripped onto the woman’s arms in desperation. “I’m scared!”

“It’s okay to be scared. That’s normal, I promise.” The Oracle pressed a kiss to his forehead and he the distinct smell of cookies and cigarettes filled his nose. “Remember my words, Cobra. Know the path and walk the path you forge for yourself.”

“Got him!”

The world seemed to tunnel vision around him, causing his vision to grow darker by the second.

“Will I see you again?” he said through his tears.

“Yes, Young Man,” she replied with a smile he could barely see, “you will.”

And then everything flickered to black and green, the entire room transforming into strings of code. Jimin let out a scream before darkness completely overtook his sight.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

[vietbluefic]

29, 27, 21, 13, 12,

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Oooh, I definitely have to say I’d love for more people to read “Sing, O Nightingale.” I’m really, REALLY fond of the trope of Befriending Monsters, I have a weird fondness for oldish/medieval-inspired fantasy, and of course I looooooove Namjoon and Jimin together.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Both!! ALL of my stories already have their significant middle points and their endings planned! The “go with the flow” bit is for the actual events during the stories that lead from Point A to Point B, because while I have their starts and destinations planned out, sometimes the characters like to wrench the wheel from my hands and start careening lanes along the way, all while screaming like madmen. :’DD

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Oof, strap in. This is gonna be a long list.

@bagelswrites - The characterization and character analyses Bagel’s made of the Bangtan boys are god-tier. Writing is not only super engaging and descriptive but viscerally emotional, the sort that hits you hard and leaves you stunned afterwards; example A: their oneshot collections “When...” and “Things You Said...” I read the stories in both of these all in one sitting and to this day, I can STILL remember my emotional impact from several of them, left on me forever. (That one Taegi reveal...the car crash....goodbye, my soul, every time I even think about it.) I bow to the Bagel.

@bapofficial - THIS dude reeled me in with excellent characterization and character interactions, plus a really well-done Jongup limited-POV that mixes great, genuine humor with just the slightest touch of drama (which is hard!! Take it from me! Humor is hard!). And THEN I clicked on her Hunger Games AU and promptly fell into a world of agony and moral ambiguity where nobody gets a happy ending. Funny AND completely capable of ripping out my heart and stomping all over it? Bro what the heck. Subscribed.

@renaitrev - I went into their vampire AU thinking I’d be met with at least a few of the usual tropes and basically got a gymnastic Matrix-style cliche dodge. Literally by Chapter Two, people were getting suspicious which NEVER happens in vampire fics. The worldbuilding is steady as is the suspense, and when they come the reveals are quick and matter-of-fact to a satisfying degree. Most of all, I’m really able to get the feeling that there’s a crapton going on behind the scenes, that the limited POV can’t/won’t show. To me, this is an underrated yet EXTREMELY IMPORTANT factor in storytelling: the idea that these characters are living, breathing people who are bearing their own weights alongside our protagonist. Kelsey does this really well for me.

@nitilia - I discovered this writer by accident, one day when I’d laid down to take a nap. Reading helps me drift off to sleep sometimes, but I ended up completely unable to shut my eyes as I read nitilia’s oneshots “run away” and “Always There.” There is something very quiet, very melancholic yet also very powerful about their writing. It’s an undercurrent. I have no other way to describe it. I started reading, couldn’t stop reading, and then couldn’t stop thinking about both the stories afterwards. I think that very few people’s writing has made me feel the way nitilia’s work has.

SomewhatSassy (Scavenge4Dreams) - On the other side of the spectrum, you want FLUFF?! Or slightly lighter angst but mostly FLUFF?! Then SomewhatSassy is your person, please hit them up!! Their work is largely Taehyung-centric and is 100% adorable and good and pure! They have an unusual ability to come up with both the wildest and sweetest scenarios for a good ol’ fluff session to play out, and they capture the close-knit feelings and interactions between the members so well I’m pretty much tearing up by the end of every story. But if you’re like me and love the pain of a nice Angst, don’t worry. They got you covered there too, and unfortunately it’s just as FREAKING GOOD.

aerially - Oof, I think I’m starting to notice a pattern with the authors I like. So here’s another fella who can really rip your heart out. Aerially’s “my phone lights up with you” is one of tHE greatest chatfics I’ve ever had the pleasure to read, extremely grounded, so emotionally raw and gripping that I read through all 27 chapters in 4 hours. It’s also one of the EXTREMELY FEW pieces of written work that’s ever made me physically cry, it just hit me in a certain place. Their stories are lyrical and seem to aim to say something. I think they do so very well.

nicowememoney - Fluffy and hilarious!! Not as much of a Gen writer as others on this list but someone whose writing style I love nonetheless...as well as somehow the least angsty on this whole list?! Pure and smol and sometimes super meta too; I can’t count how many times they’ve lampshaded certain BTS fanfic tropes. Their work is cute, funny, and despite how many of their fic premises sound cracky, their writing proves extremely well-polished and thought/planned-out. As someone who struggles to inject humor that sounds good and real into my stories, I really adore their unique sense of hilarity.

SephrinaRose - THIS PERSON CAME LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE, DROPPED ONE (1) STORY, AND PROMPTLY BROKE EVERYONE’S SOULS. Consider this: canon compliant, canon divergence, realistic cancer portrayal, Yoongi-centric, major character death, and some darn great writing. Whenever I wasn’t in tears, I was doki-doki-’ing over their descriptions, their symbolism (which I am THE BIGGEST sucker for), and how all the characters didn’t feel like characters at all, but rather the real people they’re based on.

X-I-L-Verify (YOU!) - Palpable imagery, fun/heartbreaking (looooool) character interactions and dialogue, and voices that sound so fiercely vivid. Also, the multifandom elements! The exploration of love and friendships both between and within various groups!! Your contributions to the Dolls series, “Becoming Real” and “Reflection, Refraction” in particular made me lie down, try not to cry, and then cry a LOT over not just the relationships being built up but the detailing put into the magical world around them. Then you double down and go the extra mile to create GORGEOUS ILLUSTRATIONS for your stories too?! AAAAAAAH!!!!

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

While I can’t say there’s really one character who’s my least favorite to write, I’ll admit that Jungkook and Yoongi are equally hard for me to capture in a way that feels right. I still have fun writing them, of course, but I feel like I have to work harder with them than with the others to get their voices sounding natural and realistic!

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

When it comes to wrangling these boys’ fictional personas, Jimin seems to be the one who’s just happy to tag along and do whatever I want him to! Taehyung and Seokjin are close seconds. So, if I had to rank the boys based on ease of writing, it’d probably be from easiest to hardest:

Jimin

Taehyung/Seokjin

Hoseok

Namjoon

Yoongi/Jungkook

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[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.3 - MYG

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,206

AN: Now it’s Yoongi’s time to shine. And that is an allusion to different things. I’ll let you decide what I’m talking about. As I stated before, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432​

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Heavy grunts of pain rang out in the storage shed. The distinct sound of something large hitting something soft echoed in the small space. A sliver of light pooled in through the foggy window, illuminating the particles of dust that lingered in the air. Every so often, something wet would hit the wall or the floor. Sometimes both.

“What’s the matter, Yoongi? Not gonna join in?”

A bat whisked through the air, coming down to land on a person’s back. They yelled out in agony, their fingers scraping across the dirt and concrete beneath them.

“Psh, whatever. You know he thinks he’s too good to get his hands dirty.”

A kick landed true, hitting the person straight in the ribs. They coughed, spittle and blood staining the floor.

“He’s not above watching, though.”

Min Yoongi’s face was as neutral as ever - giving away nothing. A cigarette was perched between his lips, the smoke billowing into his line of sight. He casually brushed at the sleeve of his school uniform, watching his fellow classmates pummel someone relentlessly with no real justification. Other than the kid was a scholarship student and didn’t come from actual money. 

Yoongi didn’t have anything against him personally. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t really have anything to do with him. But he knew that if he didn’t at least participate in some form or fashion, his “friends” would open their stupid fucking mouths and tell their daddies how he didn’t “play nice” with his classmates. These entitled punks were the future of the world - deciding how and when and who would climb up in the ranks in society.

Money talked and the circles that existed within high society were suffocatingly small.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, standing from his chair. He crushed the ember of the cigarette out against the wall before flicking it off to the side. “I’m leaving.”

The three boys stopped their assault on the freshman, eyeballing Yoongi curiously. Curtis, the one who initiated this little event in the first place, cracked his neck as he turned to face him fully. The smirk on his face practically dripped “I am a pompous asshole”.

“Don’t have the stomach for it, Yoon?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned down to pick up his school bag. “No, I just don’t have time to play your bullshit games today.” Yoongi adjusted his jacket sleeve so he could look at his watch. “I have piano lessons in half an hour.”

He bumped his shoulder against Curtis’s chest, silently telling him he needed to get out of his way. The taller man did, stepping to the side so Yoongi could get to the door. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he pushed against it and exited the storage shed. The beating continued and he didn’t look back.

“Young Master,” a voice called out to him.

Yoongi looked up, noticing his family’s butler, Roland,  as he stood beside the large black luxury car parked by the side street. He sighed, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes and then stepping toward the vehicle. Roland opened the door for him and without a single glance of acknowledgement, he flopped into the soft leather cushions of the backseat. The passenger side door opened and Roland entered, their driver pulling the car out to head for Yoongi’s next destination.

“Did you have a good day today, Young Master Yoongi?”

He shrugged, propping his elbow along the door to stare out of the window. ��It’s whatever,” he replied nonchalantly, “same stupid boring shit day after day. What’s good about any of it?”

Roland cleared his throat some. “Tomorrow is always another day, Young Master.”

“Yes, Roland.” Yoongi closed his eyes. “Yes it is.”

Piano lessons went as they always did. Even when he was irritated, Yoongi always found a way to focus on the music. He didn’t even need to look at the sheet music anymore. He’d memorized everything in his practice books and took to adding his own variations to the music. Classic. Modern. None of it mattered. So long as he could let his body and mind disappear among the keys of ebony and ivory, then that was all he cared about. All he could will himself to care about.

As soon as the hour was over, Yoongi was forced to leave his small sanctuary. He bid his piano teacher farewell as Roland ushered him back out to the car. The next stop was Cram School. The moment of peace, his mental safe haven, was pulled from him as he was thrust into another suffocating atmosphere.

Once again, he was surrounded by the collective Elite - all born and bred for a purpose seemingly “greater” than themselves. A purpose that was determined before their conception; a purpose that wasn’t of their choosing.

It never was.

The real question was why? Why weren’t they able to choose? Who decided that choice was an illusion? 

The professor droned on and on. Yoongi zoned out about halfway through the lecture, his wrist moving back and forth - scribbling notes that had nothing to do with the lesson. Honestly, he wanted to ditch cram school and head to a nearby arcade where he could waste hours mindlessly playing video games with random strangers. At least in that kind of atmosphere, he didn’t have to worry about being judged. Yoongi had no need for a plastic smile and false compliments. He could just be an ordinary teenager and maybe, just maybe, he would have been able to make a friend.

But that was a reality that was outside of the realm of possibility for him. Min Yoongi was the heir of a multi-million dollar corporation. Friendship? Purpose? Free of judgment?

That life was far outside of his reach.

“Mister Min.”

Yoongi blinked, his vision focusing back on his notebook. He slowly lifted his head up to see that his teacher and fellow classmates were all eyeballing him. Dropping his pencil, he straightened his posture, feeling the heaviness of their gazes weighing his chest down. 

“Yes?”

“I asked if you would come up and solve this equation.” His teacher, Mr. Jameson, frowned as he set the dry erase marker down. “Are you feeling alright?”

There was a soft pounding at the back of his head, increasing the pressure behind his eyes. Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to shake off the pain. But it steadily increased. He groaned, staggering to his feet. 

“Actually, I think I need to go,” he murmured. 

He reached down and scooped up his school bag, disregarding his notebook and pencil box that was still on his desk. A hand fell on his shoulder and Yoongi flung his arm out, knocking the person back roughly. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” His voice boomed through the room, silencing almost everything. For a split second, Yoongi thought he saw the lights flickering a shade of green. “...don’t put your hands on me.”

No one made a move to go after him. He preferred it that way. The pounding at the back of his head was increasing, followed by a distinct ringing sound bouncing around in his ear canals. Beads of sweat bubbled around his temples and dripped from the end of his nose. He ignored the stares of other students and faculty members of the Cram School as he stumbled his way toward the front entrance.

Rain fell in cascading waves, washing over Yoongi’s shoulders and soaking him through almost instantly. His eyes tried to spot where Roland was, but the black sedan was lost among so many other similarly styled vehicles in the area. As he turned to walk down the street, he felt his chest slam into someone. Stumbling back, Yoongi lost his footing and fell to the concrete, his bag slipping from his fingers. 

Looking up through the rain, he saw three men clad in suits. Even in the dark, they wore sunglasses. He found it a little bizarre, but kept his comments to himself. Yoongi saw all three men crane their necks to look down at him simultaneously. They made no motion to help him back to his feet and he, in turn, didn’t move from the ground. There was something immensely foreboding about their presence, causing goosebumps to pepper out across the back of his neck.

“Young Master!”

Yoongi heard Roland’s voice, but he remained focused on the three men in front of him. They never took their eyes off of him and he did the same. A cold feeling snaked up his chest, freezing the inside of his lungs and throat. He couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe. The pounding in his head intensified, his vision swimming momentarily.

Everything came into sharp focus when he felt his body being yanked up violently. His ears quit ringing and he felt Roland clinging to him protectively. Yoongi’s feet moved at his butler’s insistence, ushering him to where the car was. But just before they were out of earshot, he heard one of the men speak.

“See you again, Mr. Min.”

Roland quickly opened the door and Yoongi hopped inside, his breathing coming in swift intervals. He felt his butler slide into the seat beside him, ordering the driver to make haste. As he did so, he rubbed soothing circles on Yoongi’s back. It did little to quell the raging thunder of his own heartbeat, but at least he could hear the water hitting the window from how fast they were driving in the storm. 

“Young Master.” 

The sound of Roland’s deep voice brought him out of whatever trance Yoongi was placed under. Blinking rapidly, he turned to look at the man that was with him since he was a child. The look on Roland’s face was different; an expression that he’d never seen before. Or was it that he simply hadn’t paid any attention until now?

It was kindness and empathy. Like he, in that moment, could truly understand what Yoongi was feeling.

“R-Roland,” he managed to stammer, his hands reaching out to grasp the sleeves of Roland’s jacket, “w-what is happening?” He coughed. “Who were those guys?”

“Bad men.” Roland’s brows furrowed. “Very bad men.”

“How do you know that?”

“That isn’t as important as what I’m about to tell you next.” He reached behind him, pressing a button on the back panel to raise the divider between the backseat and driver’s cabin. “Young Master, I’m afraid that you’ve been pinged.”

Yoongi felt a lump forming in his throat. “What?” His grip tightened on Roland’s arms. “What the hell does that even mean?!”

“Now that you’re on their radar, they will begin pursuing you. They want to make sure that you won’t be able to discover the truth.”

“What truth, Roland?!” Yoongi felt the adrenaline shredding through his veins. “You’re not making any sense!”

“I’m sorry, Young Master, but I don’t have a lot of time to explain everything in detail. I can only help show you the way.” Roland gently urged Yoongi to release his arms so that he could move them. He placed his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders. “The rest is up to you.”

“Roland…”

Suddenly, Roland reached down below the seat. When he pulled his hand back, he was holding an automatic hand pistol. What calm settled over Yoongi’s heart was instantly destroyed. Roland pressed the button on the back panel, lowering the divider between both sections of the vehicle. 

“Wait, Roland...what are you doing?!”

The butler, the man who’d taken care of him for most of his life, smiled as he aimed the gun at the back of the driver’s head.

“Goodbye, my Young Master.”

He wasn’t fast enough to see what was about to happen. Even if he had, there was no way that Yoongi would have been prepared. The ear splitting crack of the gun firing off made him scream as blood sprayed across the windshield. His hearing was muffled and the ringing returned. Covering his ears was pointless, but he did it anyway.

Yoongi’s center of gravity shifted drastically as the car swerved. Tears streamed down his face as he saw Roland aiming the gun to his own head. The sound that erupted from his body was inhuman, like that of a beast crawling out from the depths of Hell itself. The second gunshot caused a flash of light to flare up in the small space as chunks of meat and bone exploded through the curtain of blood spray. 

There wasn’t enough time for him to mourn. Everything shifted into darkness as strings of green numbers and letters took on the shapes of the vehicle, the driver, and Roland. The terror scratching over his entire body seemed to cease. For a few brief seconds, Yoongi forgot about the two corpses in his presence and how the vehicle was out of control. Reaching a hand out, he tried to touch the strings of code.

The shrill sound of a semi-truck’s horn brought him back to reality. As he turned his head, he was blinded by a set of headlights. They blared on continuously, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was inevitable. 

Yoongi smiled seconds before impact.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 5.0 - KNJ

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,269

AN: Now we get Namjoon’s perspective. YAY. Also in the Real World in Zion. Again, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432​

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“Oh look,” a voice said suddenly, “it’s the prodigy.”

Namjoon sighed as he continued typing away on one of the system computers. For the last three years, he lived in Zion’s control tower. It was where all the trainees went who hoped to become Operators for a ship. In less than a year of his boarding, Namjoon showed excellent marks in reaction time as well as hacking prowess. It was no secret that he was far ahead of the rest of his class and there were rumors that he would graduate in the next year if he continued to excel in every area of expertise they could throw at him.

That didn’t make him very popular with his peers. Then again, it wasn’t like he actually cared. They all had a common goal and as long as that remained true, then they only needed to focus on doing their jobs.

Who cared if it was some popularity contest?

“Wait guys. You know he hates that title. We have to call him by his alias, remember?”

The tone was snide and insincere. Again, Namjoon didn’t care. He had other things he needed to devote his attention to. Rumor was that he would be boarding a ship soon to help with a simple reconnaissance mission. Nothing too overly complicated, but he wasn’t about to turn his nose up to the task. The lives of Matrix Operatives were in his hands and that was a responsibility that no one should ever take lightly.

So he continued to tune out his fellow classmates, focusing his energy on the program he was creating. It was a training program that would be used in the Construct - an exercise to help hone the sensory perceptions of operatives so that Agents wouldn’t be able to get the jump on them. When Agents obtained a target, they were relentless in their pursuit until an Operator was able to get them out. Namjoon wanted to prevent such tragedies from ever taking place. What better way than to prepare the operatives in any way possible?

He received word from his mother that Taehyung would be boarding a hovercraft next year. To successfully become a pilot, a trainee needed to physically handle the controls for years. Namjoon barely saw his brother due to his own hacker training, but it was guaranteed that they would not cross paths for several more years once Taehyung boarded a vessel.

Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder, but he continued typing away at his station.

“Don’t listen to them,” said Vermillion, giving Namjoon a gentle shake.

“I don’t,” he replied, his eyes narrowing at the line of code he was reworking, “I always tune them out.”

“Typical. That’s just like you, Spectre.” Vermillion chuckled, sliding into the chair beside him. She peered over his shoulder as he continued working. “That looks pretty advanced. I can’t wait to see it when it’s finished.”

Pressing several more keys, Namjoon saved his progress and closed out the command console. Everything was transferred to the mini disc that slid out from a tray on the main hub. He popped it into a small case and shoved it into his pocket. 

“It’ll take a few more weeks before I’m satisfied.” 

Namjoon stood from his chair, grabbed his bag, and made for the exit. He didn’t have to look to know that Vermillion was hot on his heels. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, but he’d come to be a very solitary person. He rarely saw his mother and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t see his brother for several years. Not until they were both finished with their respective Training Programs. 

“You’re not going to report to the Head Programmer of your progress for the day?”

He smirked. “He already knows.” Turning to look at her, he continued walking. “I was told to help out at the Command Tower for a few hours.”

Vermillion’s eyes widened. “Wow. Forreal?” 

He nodded and they continued walking through the various metal corridors. The shocked look on her face was well-placed. Most people didn’t get to work at the Command Tower during training because there was a high risk of something failing because of an amateur mistake. The fact that their teacher cleared him for work at the Command Tower was another testament to Namjoon’s skill level. 

They reached the elevator for the Command Tower. Namjoon’s hand hesitated over the button as he looked at Vermillion. She seemed to want to say something else to him, so he waited. But after a handful of minutes of silence, he sighed and pressed the button to call the lift.

“Well, I’ll be seein’ you,” he said as he readjusted his bag’s strap along his shoulder.

The metal doors groaned as they slid open, granting him access. He stepped onto the lift and just before the doors closed, he saw Vermillion’s smile as she waved at him.

“Do well, Spectre.”

He flashed an easy grin in her direction. But once the doors were closed, the smile fell off his face immediately. Namjoon didn’t have any time to waste. There was a chance the war could be over in his lifetime. It waged on for damn near a century already. The people of Zion, human-born and field-born alike, were all tired of this seemingly never ending conflict. His parents saw the brunt of it during the beginning phases - children when their parents were fighting for their freedom.

Namjoon didn’t want to pass this burden on to his children.

To keep that from happening, he would work himself into the ground. Until there wasn’t a single breath left in his mortal body.

Four Years Later

Spectre pulled out his mini computer, booting it up to look over the dossier files of the ship he was newly assigned to. He was originally slated for Operator duty the previous year, but he opted out of it. His brother, Edge, hadn’t returned from his training tour yet. The benefit of finishing at the top of his peer group was that Spectre got to pick and choose a few things here and there. 

Namely when he would be boarding a ship. 

He quipped a brow at the list of crewmates on his future ship. There were some impressive resumes on the vessel. Certainly nothing he could turn his nose up at. The Admiral must have had a hand in the assignments and there was clearly a reason why Spectre was placed with that particular group. Based on the skill records of everyone on board, save for the pilot, they all had more than one year of field experience that wasn’t “on the job training”.

The Captain and First Mate in particular. 

His eyes scanned over the pilot’s name and he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. Spectre had all the faith in the world that his brother would make it through the Training Program, but he hadn’t expected to see his name on a crew member manifest just days after his ship docked back home. 

“Yo, Big Bro!”

Spectre lowered the mini computer to his side, lifting his gaze up to see his younger brother strolling up the long metal walkway toward him. He closed the computer, slid it into his pocket, and waved to Edge. His little brother wasted no time closing the distance between them, taking off in a dead run and barrelling into him. Spectre grunted when he felt Edge’s shoulder crashing into his chest, his arms encircling around his waist. He laughed as Edge lifted him up off the ground.

“Hey,” Spectre said, patting his younger brother’s head, “a little over the top, don’t you think?”

Edge set him down, placing a fist on his hip. “Are you kiddin’ me?” He pouted. “I haven’t seen you in years. I should be setting off fireworks.”

Lifting a basket off the ground and handing it to Edge, Spectre shook his head. “Yeah, don’t do that. We’ll get court-martialed.”

Edge’s heavy steps reverberated off the metal flooring. “It would totally be worth it, though.” 

“It wouldn’t, actually, but whatever.” 

The brothers shared a smirk with each other. 

It didn’t take them long to reach their house. The door was already open just as they saw their mother stepping out. She carried a basket of linens in her hands - presumably to go do laundry at the water recycling plant. The minute her eyes shifted in their direction, however, she seemed frozen in place. They took a few more steps toward her, watching as she dropped the basket at her feet. The dirty clothes and bedding would remain ignored. They already knew what mattered most to their mother.

“You’re back,” she finally managed, her hands trembling as she reached for them, “I knew you’d both come back home together.”

The two brothers filled their arms with their mother - holding her closer than they believed was possible. Her smell hadn’t changed and the strength in her embrace was just as they remembered it when they were children. She openly sobbed against each of their faces, overwhelmed with how much they’d changed. Yet they remained the same. They were men now, but the brothers knew that they would always be her little boys.

Her pride and glory.

After what seemed like too short a moment, their mother pried herself from them. “You two must be starving,” she said, turning to usher them into the house, “I’ll see about gathering some rations for dinner.”

Spectre leaned down to pick up the discarded laundry basket. “You don’t have to do that, Mother,” he offered, but he could tell that she would not be hearing any of it.

“Go inside and unpack your things. I’ll be back!”

They both sighed in unison as they watched their mother dart off down the metal walkway and across the bridge. Spectre turned to Edge and they both shrugged, making their way inside the home they hadn’t been in for several years. Lucky for them, nothing had really changed.

Spectre poured himself a cup of water, handing it to Edge and then poured another. “Have you gotten your assignment yet?”

Edge smirked as he pressed the metal cup to his lips. “Of course I have.” He gulped down half the water and set it down on the metal counter. “I’m stoked as fuck that I’m going to be piloting the ship you’re the Operator of.”

“That’s it?” Spectre lofted a brow at his younger brother. “Nothing else?”

“I mean, not really.” Edge shrugged. “I don’t know much about the others. I’m just glad I’m with you.”

Chuckling, he shook his head. He should have known that his brother would still continue to be simple-minded, even after all of these years. It didn’t come to him as a surprise; not really. In a way, it was almost relieving to know that his brother remained wholly the same - even after the intensity of the Training Programs.

“Did you get a chance to look at the ship?”

Edge whistled, sailing his hand out across his body in a dramatic flourish. “Bro, let me tell you…” He leaned sideways, bumping his shoulder against Spectre’s. “Just thinking about flying that ship is giving me a hard-on like you wouldn’t believe!”

He rolled his eyes, lightly elbowing his younger brother’s side. “Seriously? Come on.”

“I’m dead-ass serious, Bro. Like, holy shit, the Amaterasu is one sexy fuckin’ vessel.” Spectre watched a gleam sparkle in his younger brother’s eyes as he spoke. “She’s the newest hovercraft in the fleet and that baby was made for speed and destruction. I bet she could make it to The Fields and back before a Sentinel could even detect what actually happened.”

Spectre quipped a brow. “New stealth tech?”

He watched his brother nod emphatically. “Oh yeah, and then some.” He clapped his hands together. “I can’t wait to test that beauty out.”

Pulling out his computer, he looked over the ship’s diagnostics. There was some serious hardware put into the hovercraft. If the deployment of the Amaterasu was successful, the engineering crew would work on replicating the ship’s schematics for future hovercrafts. As exciting as that prospect was, Spectre couldn’t help but frown a little.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the Amaterasu was a guinea pig ship. This would be the first time the crew would work together as a collective. Some were still fairly young, their minds “freed” but needing more time to mature. There was also the chance that they would all clash when it came to their personalities and work flow.

He barely got the sigh out of him before Edge wrapped an arm around his shoulder to pull him in close. “Hey, c’mon, Spectre! This is what we went through all that training for, right?” Edge winked at him. “Everything’ll be fine. Every single member of the crew is the best of the best of the best, right?”

Spectre nodded. “Yeah…”

“So there’s nothing to worry about. We’re going to be the talk of the entire fleet. Everyone in Zion is going to know our ship.” Edge laughed, causing Spectre to grin; his enthusiasm was infectious. “We’ll do great things, Bro. I know we will.”

Spectre ruffled his little brother’s hair. It brought him an overwhelming amount of relief to know that his younger brother had, in fact, barely changed at all. In a time where their future was bleak and uncertain, pure optimism was necessary. Hope was needed.

And he would do whatever he needed to do in order to ensure that that hope never died.

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.8

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,138

AN: Like all of my works, there will be OCs working opposite of the boys. In this story, we have three. The first in the Fragmentation series is Mackenzie. Like Yoongi and Hoseok, she is self-substantiated. How she does will be revealed! On to Crow’s origin story for Defragmentation! All information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432​

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“Goddammit Mackenzie! I thought I told you to be home by eleven!”

A pair of green eyes glared up at the rotund looking man. His reddish complexion was barely seen from the scraggly beard covering the majority of his face. Sweat soaked through the dingy wife beater he wore, half stuffed into a pair of faded cargo pants. There were a pair of dog tags hanging from his neck - something that always piqued the green-eyed owner’s interest, but never enough to ask about them. 

Mackenzie doubted he served anyone but himself, let alone the country.

Instead of answering him, she folded her arms across her chest. Normally this was the time when she escaped into her room, but he was blocking the way. He was always getting in her way. 

It was his fault. Life used to be normal. This was as far from normal as a person could get. He was as far from being a real father as a person could get.

“You don’t have anything to say for yourself?”

She rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the stink of alcohol on his breath. Mackenzie didn’t understand why he persisted on being like this. It was the same shit on a different day. Part of her wished that he would walk outside and get hit by a bus. But she knew that that was a miracle she would never be granted. 

“Answer me!”

“What do you expect when I’m closing?” Mackenzie asked, her tone flat and devoid of all emotion. 

Her father’s eyes narrowed at her. She didn’t even flinch. “What did you just say to me?”

“I didn’t stutter,” came her clipped response as she let her arms fall to her side, “now move. I still have homework to do.”

Before she could take a single step, her father was advancing on her. Mackenzie mentally braced herself for what was coming. Her body was used to it, but it was always that dark corner in the back of her mind that suffered the most from all of this. So long as that part was shielded, she could handle everything else that usually followed. 

The pain that exploded from the side of her head paled in comparison to the pain of her hip crashing to the floor. Her arms immediately shot up to cover the top of her head as her body curled into a ball. The flurry of kicks that collided into her caused her nerves to scream out in agony. But Mack refused to scream, instead choosing to bite the inside of her mouth. The taste of blood flooded across her tongue and she heard her teeth clacking together when the heel of her father’s boot hit the top of her head.

After what felt like hours, but were actually minutes, her father abandoned her there on the floor. Every square inch of Mack’s body throbbed from the pain. There would be bruises tomorrow. Thankfully he’d missed her face so she could still go to work and school without receiving too many curious gazes. It was none of their goddamn business anyway.

Mack waited until she heard the front door slam before picking herself up off the floor. She roughly rubbed the back of her wrist across the corner of her mouth, eyeing the blood smear and rolling her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder if the old man would notice if she spit on the floor just to spite him. Would he even care?

Grunting, she made her way into her bedroom, locking the door after shutting it behind her. Her father would most likely be out getting drunk for the rest of the night. It meant she had the whole house to herself until he came stumbling back in at four in the morning. Mack just hoped that she’d be able to get all of her school assignments finished and have enough time to surf the internet. Something told her that she was getting closer to finding what she was looking for.

Or, rather, who she was looking for. 

Speeding through her homework, Mack pulled up several browser windows once she was securely connected to the internet. Her eyes darted across the screen, her fingers flying over the keys - pausing only long enough to use her mouse to click on a few links that spiraled her into another location. Mack reached out to everyone that might have a lead and she got just a little bit closer than she did the day before. 

After another hour, she was starting to get frustrated. Everything was forcing her into a dead end. Just when she thought she had a lead, it only caused her to go on a wild goose chase on the wide web. Mack roughly scratched at her head, attempting to tamp down on her slowly mounting anger. 

“Dammit!” She slammed her fists on her desk, rattling everything on it. “Why can’t anyone just give me a straight fucking answer?!”

Burying her face in her hands, Mack did her best to suppress a sob that she didn’t even realize was building up in the back of her throat. She was tired, in pain, and a little hungry. But most of all, she was starting to lose hope. And that was starting to hurt her more than she would care to admit aloud. 

“Fuck it,” she muttered, standing up from her chair, “I’ll pick this up in the morning.”

Just as Mack turned away from her desk, the ping from her instant messenger sounded from the laptop. Pausing, she craned her neck to look at the screen. The username consisted of a series of random numbers. But what made her heart nearly drop to her stomach was what the person said.

You’ll never find Michael because you don’t know The Truth.

Mack ran back to her desk, her fingers gliding over the keyboard. She could barely hear herself typing from how loudly her heart was beating inside of her eardrums. It was the first time someone responded to her inquiries with something credible. It was the first time she could actually believe what she was seeing.

Because it was the first time someone actually mentioned her brother by name.

Who are you? How do you know that name?

The cursor on her screen blinked steadily. Mack wasn’t sure how much more she could take because she was almost positive that this was the clue she’d been searching for after all this time. It was a solid lead just because someone was able to give her a name. If they knew her brother’s name, that meant that they also had a good idea of where he was. She couldn’t afford to let this person slip from her grasp.

Who I am doesn’t matter.

How I know doesn’t matter.

What matters is...

What are you willing to do to know The Truth?

She stared at the computer dumbfounded. Was this another trick? Was this person just jerking her chain, trying to lead her into a false sense of security before sucker punching her in the face like everyone else? It would be the most logical explanation. It was the only thing that actually made sense.

Mack didn’t know why, but she felt like that wasn’t the case. Not with this person. Were they trying to lead her onto the right path after having been on the wrong one for so long?

Narrowing her eyes, she began typing again.

Anything.

The air was cold and frigid. Mack rubbed her hands together, her breath coming out in small white clouds. She peered through the metal fence as people continued to file through the city. She was isolated from the rest, sitting on a park bench and waiting. She looked at her watch, making a mental note of the time. She had five minutes left to wait. 

Five minutes until she would know whether this was real or a hoax.

The sound of gravel crunching underfoot quickly brought her out of her thoughts. Mack stood up immediately, facing the direction of the noise. All she could see were the trees cloaked in shadows cast from the street lights. She couldn’t see anyone, but the crunching noise wouldn’t stop. There was a large lump forming in Mack’s throat and she couldn’t help wondering if she’d fallen into a trap.

Seconds after thinking that, a young woman dressed in gray and black appeared. She wore a long black coat with a hood just barely covering her head of thick curls. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The rest of her outfit was some sort of gray jumpsuit that almost seemed to shimmer when it hit the light just right. The legs of the suit were stuffed into a pair of shin high combat boots - the heels continuously crunching into the gravel; releasing an eerie sound.

Mack puffed out another breath of cloudy air just as the woman stopped three feet from her.

“Y-You’re early,” she managed to stammer out.

The other woman smirked, her auburn curls accentuating her mocha skin even in shadow. “If you’re early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late. You’re late, Mack.” She reached up with a gloved hand to remove the sunglasses from her face, revealing a set of dark hazel eyes. “Or should I say, Crow?”

Mack took a step back, her lips parting slightly as the woman referred to her as both her name and her alias. Her heart hammered against her ribs, causing her lungs to tighten up inside. What in the world was happening? Just how much did this woman know?

Not wanting to look like some punk, she shook her head and straightened her stance. “You have information I want and yet I don’t know anything about you.”

The woman continued to smile. “I already told you that who I am doesn’t matter. It never will matter.” She shrugged. “Not until you know The Truth.”

“What the hell is this truth you keep talking about?” Mack could feel her anger starting to grow. “What does it even mean?”

She watched the other woman reaching into her pocket to pull out a cell phone. She punched a few numbers and then pressed it up to her ear. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a whole lot of time for me to explain. You’re going to have to see it for yourself.” 

Mack bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing as she watched the woman reaching into her other pocket with her free hand. Half a second later, her heart froze as the woman trained the business end of a semi-automatic pistol at her. 

“Whoa,” Mack said, raising her hands up slowly, “what in the fuck are you doing, lady?”

“You have a choice to make, Crow, and you don’t have a whole lot of time to make it, so I’ll be quick.”

Panic began to settle around Mack’s chest. “What do you mean I don’t have a lot of time?!”

“Agents are coming. They’re coming for you because you’re sloppy and desperate, which, sadly, is making me sloppy and desperate.” 

When the hammer clicked back on the gun, tears sprung up in Mack’s eyes. “Please, don’t do this.”

“Shut-up,” snapped the woman, the smile now completely gone from her face, “I already told you we don’t have a lot of time. You have two choices. You let the Agents take you or I force you out of the bubble you’ve unknowingly been put in. I’m giving you five seconds starting now. Five.”

She took another step back, but the woman advanced on her. Mack didn’t know what any of it meant. What did she mean by “agents” and why did it seem like this woman was trying to help her, despite the situation looking crazy to everyone else?

“Four.”

Her heart shook in her chest, causing her to reach up and clutch at the front of her jacket. Mack didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die without knowing the answers.

“Three.”

She still didn’t know where her brother was. She still didn’t know what The Truth was and what it had to do with her brother.

“Two.”

She wanted to live!

Mack ran up to the woman, wrestling the gun from her grasp. The woman took a step back, but the smile returned to her face. Mack pressed the barrel of the gun up to her temple as tears streamed down her cheeks. Multiple footsteps seemed to thunder through the gravel, but Mack could only see the single snowflake that began to fall from the night sky. The world disappeared into lines of green numbers before returning to normal.

She smiled.

“One.”

After the gunshot ripped through the night, Mack’s world darkened immediately. But she...she felt free, somehow.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 1.0

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,435

AN: Like all of my works, there will be OCs working opposite of the boys. In this story, we have three. Next in the Fragmentation series is Elain. She is slated to be The One in the series. This is her tale on how she was found by one of the crew members of The Amaterasu. On to Hitomi’s origin story for Defragmentation! All information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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Elain proceeded to clean up a few of the glasses that were left over in the sink. She saw Sam wiping the back of his hands on his apron before he reached over to grab another dish towel. Elain smiled, held her hand out to stop him and the grin only got bigger as she saw the inquisitive look on his face. He was, to say the least, slightly confused. Closing time always was the slowest and most boring part of a bartender's job description.

"Don't you need me to help you out?"

The woman smiled softly, tossing some of her dark blonde curls out of her face as she leaned forward to finish pulling out a few more wet glasses from out the sink to dry them. "I've got this. You just go on back to the house. You've been here since noon."

Sam was about to protest. He hated seeing Elain doing all the hard work and she knew that. At least he had a place to go home to in the evenings. With company, a warm meal, and a reasonable house of interesting people. But Elain...she only had that apartment with that crazy little border collie of hers. She claimed that she was fine and that the random visits to Sam’s home with his boisterous housemates made up for that, but in all honesty, Sam just thought she needed someone else in her life. A person who could relate to her pain and give her a shoulder to lean on...just as she could give her shoulder to them.

Shrugging out of his apron, he folded it up neatly and placed it in one of the bottom cabinets. "Alright. Well, if you need me to come back, just call me."

Elain nodded, shooing the man out the backdoor so she could close up. After she dried up the remaining glasses, she pulled her own apron off. Looking up at the VIP box office where her managers worked, Elain sighed. Word on the grapevine was that her bosses were affiliated with the mob. Though she couldn't say just how high up the food chain these two men were, she could almost guarantee that they were of high rank and standing within the mafia. 

Which, in turn, made them her enemies.

But she couldn't bring herself to be angry with them. After all, from what she could tell, they were involved because they had no other choice. As if it were a sort of livelihood for them. Kyle was an honest, diligent worker. The first to come in to work and the last to leave. Marcus came in and out every once in a while, but for the most part, a good hefty portion of the management job fell onto the younger brother’s shoulders. And, like tonight, only Kyle was working his crazy hours inside that office of his.

Pulling out two glasses, Elain poured a shot and a half's worth of bourbon in each one - adding two ice cubes to lightly dilute the liquid. If she knew anything, Kyle would definitely need an after work drink to relax and calm his nerves. She popped her neck some, massaging the shoulders here and there, before making her way out from behind the counter and sidling into the nearest stool. She picked up the cool glass and touched it to her lips, allowing the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. It was a welcome burn. After tracing her fingertips along the edge of the glass, she started lightly humming a song to herself as her hair, once again, fell into her piercing gray-blue eyes.

Dad...

Elain enjoyed the taste of the liquor sliding down her throat. As she heard the door to the office upstairs closing with a light click, she paused just as the glass was leaving her lips and she looked up with her dark slate eyes to see Kyle locking up the office. Smiling, she set the glass down on the coaster in front of her, looking back at the glass and fingering the edges once more with the tips of her digits. Mentally she smiled bigger than what her outer appearance allowed her to. 

After all, she wasn't one for giving away her inner most thoughts. Her specialty was people watching, after all.

The way Kyle shrugged his shoulders as he was locking up gave an air of resistance. Like he was shrinking back from some unknown force around him. It permeated a reclusive air that Elain just wasn't sure she was equal to. Her dog was company enough for her and she definitely didn't shrink back from Janice. The poor border collie would have been so offended. But it indicated just how tight of a hold Kyle had on himself - keeping others at arm's distances, if not further. 

He descended the stairwell.

As he reached the bottom, there was a slight hesitation in his steps. She could hear it - feel it - the breath between them so tense it could have been sliced with a knife or cut with fabric shears. Though the pause was but a half a second, Elain could sense the doubt. Would he approach? Should he approach? These were all things that Kyle was probably thinking. Beyond the occasional greeting, the two of them never really conversed all that much. He'd hired her because he was the manager - her boss - and she'd met the credentials needed to do the job. That was all that really mattered, right? Credentials?

He slid into the bar stool next to her and she turned her head on cue, flashing him a smile that was both soft and welcome as he picked up the glass of bourbon. "Thanks." 

His hum of approval was a welcoming sound and Elain felt her teeth show. Well, she certainly knew that she was the barkeep for a reason. When he turned to smile at her, Elain couldn't help but wonder if the smile was genuine or if it was a well-rehearsed gesture that Kyle practiced for a while. 

"Shouldn't you be home by now? It's not good to work so much," he teased, causing her to quip a brow as she lifted her glass to her lips.

"Nah," she said, shaking her head and closing her eyes as she waved one hand gently to the side before taking a whiff of the bourbon with satisfaction. "There's this sayin' back where I grew up. In a club, it's always the guy servin' the drinks and the guy cuttin' the checks that are the first to come in to work and the last to leave." Elain turned to look at him, eyes half-lidded in their sultry fashion as her smile broadened before winking cutely at him. "Guess that means us, hm?" 

Kyle’s smile went from polite to almost devious. “I suppose it does.”

Laughing lightly, she ran a hand through her thick raven locks while turning to look at him, her bangles jangling like little bells by her ear as she moved to rest her elbow on the counter top. "So tell me, Boss Man. Why's it feel like you're locked away up there in your office like some mad scientist instead of coming down here and chatting with me during a break?" She gently clinked her glass against his as he held it up halfway from his face. "For a minute there, I thought it was because you didn't like me." 

Her smile widened and she laughed lightly once more, tossing some of her raven hair from her shoulders as her other hand rested on her bare torso. This outfit was indeed quite strange, but she didn't mind. Elain knew it suited the work atmosphere and it was necessary for her to "blend in" because the customer should always be the focus of her attention. 

Boss or not, she was currently her customer.

"I would love to come down for a drink every now and then, but I don’t really take breaks with as much work as I do. What's the saying? 'There's no rest for the wicked'? Or, in my case, no rest for the 'Boss Man' as you put it." Kyle gave a little chuckle of his own before it died off to a simple, amused smirk on his lips.

“Not much of a crowd person.” Elain said it like it was a statement versus a question. She waited for him to confirm or deny it, but when he said nothing, she simply shrugged one shoulder and set her glass down on the coaster in front of her. “I can understand that.”

He quirked a brow at her. “You do?”

She nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. “Yeah. I mean, sure, we work in the bar and club business, but we keep ourselves isolated from it all.” She pointed toward his private office. “You have your office and I have my bar,” she continued, smoothing her hand over the counter, “there’s always a line that we divide between us and the rest of the world.”

In a way, it was almost like they were born isolated from what they knew to be the world around them. It felt natural, yet it felt wrong all in the same instance. Elain could never fully gauge why she felt that way, but only that she did.

Kyle looked at her for a long time; longer than what she was used to or even comfortable with. There were a variety of reasons why people stared at her and it was usually because of her appearance. She was a light-skinned, Creole woman with dark blonde curls and piercing grayish-blue eyes. People often thought she wore contacts, but it was just her genetics. 

Half English, half Haitian.

He sighed, his eyes shifting to look back at his glass. “And some of us are higher on the food chain than everyone else.”

Elain blinked, confused by his words. “What do you mean, Kyle?”

Suddenly, the door to the club opened. Elain stood up on reflex, her eyes scanning the doorway. A young man of Asian descent with black and orange hair entered. He had a pair of sunglasses on, which was strange for that time of night. He wore a white leather jacket with a black rocker t-shirt underneath stuffed into his black denim jeans with the knees torn open. 

“Um, excuse me,” Elain called out to him.

The heels of the man’s combat boots clicked against the tile floor as he scanned the club, his head stopping as he faced in their direction. 

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but we’re closed for the night.”

“It’s you.” His voice was soft but full of authority. It caused her brows to furrow in confusion as she heard Kyle shifting from his chair next to her. “You’re the one I’ve been looking for.”

“What are you talking about?” 

It was all she could manage to get out before the man was reaching behind him. Within seconds, he was pulling out a gun, the barrel trained at her boss. Elain gasped sharply, her hands shooting up in a show of surrender. 

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!” she demanded. 

The man said nothing. Instead, he squeezed the trigger and fired off a shot - the bullet zipping out to plunge itself into Kyle’s forehead. A spray of blood splattered across Elain’s arm as she let out an ear splitting shriek - her eyes growing wide while her boss’s body hit the ground with a hard thud. Tears filled her eyes as she fell to her knees, her hands shakily reaching out to touch him. The sound of rushed footsteps seemed to vibrate inside of her ears, muffling all the noise around her. 

As she stared at Kyle’s body, she watched it jerk slightly, as though he were being electrocuted, and then fizzled into a different form. The man lying beside her was no longer the kind and quiet Kyle, but a man whom she didn’t recognize - his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses and a security earpiece in his ear. Even his suit, casual and comfortable, was replaced with a stuffy one that someone from a high profile security detail would wear. 

“W-What’s going on?” Elain barely managed to croak out. 

Just then, she felt her arm being grabbed roughly and she craned her neck to see that it was the man who’d killed her boss. Or, at least, the man she’d thought was her boss. She tried to pull herself free, but he only tightened his hold on her.

“Let me go!”

“We don’t have time for this,” he snapped, all but yanking her up to her feet, “we need to leave this place. Now.”

The doors to the club suddenly burst open, a torrent of gunshots and bullets spraying in varying directions. Elain screamed, covering her ears as the stranger immediately slammed his chest into her back. They crashed to the floor and a sharp pain hit her elbows as they collided with the ground. The bar counter served as a momentary shield, the sound of glass breaking as powerful as the smell of alcohol as they leaked from their containers. There was a distinct sound of something being shifted and Elain felt her arm being gripped once more. When she looked back, she saw the stranger pulling out a zippo lighter from his pocket. 

Before she could ask him what he was about to do, he shifted his gaze to meet hers. His sunglasses came off during their fall. There was a sharp intake of breath from Elain as she looked into his eyes.

They were the same slate blue as her own.

The man threw the lighter over the counter and Elain could smell the alcohol catching fire. Taking a moment to utilize the confusion, he grabbed for her arm and hauled her up onto her feet. There wasn’t even enough time for him to yell at her to run. She just let her legs instinctively take control. Gunshots rang out through the club as they both bee-lined for the rear entrance to the club. 

Sweat ran down Elain’s spine as her feet ate up the ground, the stranger hot on her heels. Sliding on the wet concrete, her shoulder slammed into the brick wall of the alley. Grunting, she tried to urge her legs to keep going but the adrenaline was starting to drain out from her. As if he’d sensed it, the man grabbed her hand and all but dragged her behind him. 

They reached the end of the alley, his arm shooting out to stop her from stepping out onto the side street. Elain’s heart drummed heavily against her chest, the beating reaching her ears and muffling all other sounds from her senses. There was a point where she thought the world was blurring in and out of focus around her, but she couldn’t be sure. Were those men still chasing them? Was she actually standing there and not running anymore?

The sound of tires screeching to a halt was the last thing Elain heard before everything motion blurred around her - fading into darkness.

“Somebody better start talking,” Elain snarled, her back pressed to the wall of what looked like an abandoned building, “I want answers!”

Another Asian man, different from the one who’d snatched her from the club, stood in an opposite corner of the room. He cradled what looked like a sniper rifle in his hands, the barrel of the gun resting along his left shoulder and across his body. He scoffed, a derisive smirk spreading over his lips. 

“She’s feisty,” he said, craning his neck to look at the man who brought her there, “I like her already.”

“Keep it in your pants, Ares,” snapped a woman with blonde hair stuffed into a ball cap, “business first. You can get laid later.”

The man, Ares, snorted before leveling his gaze back to Elain. She frowned at him, his arrogant smirk refusing to fall. For good measure, she threw the bird at him. Instead of responding in offense, Ares laughed and shook his head. It caused Elain to blink and further pressed herself along the wall.

Unable to shake the trepidation from her body, she clutched and wrung her hands together. The person who brought her to that unknown place approached her. When he was less than three feet away from her, Elain shifted again even though she knew she had nowhere to go.

“You can relax. You’re safe and among friends.” He tried to sound reassuring and she had to admit that his soft voice was, in a sense, calming.

“Speak for yourself.” The woman cut her green eyes to Elain. “We’re not even sure she’s going to relent.”

“She will, Crow.” Ares’s smirk widened. “She’s too curious not to.”

“Quiet. Both of you.” The man never took his eyes off of her, forcing Elain to focus on only him for the moment. “They call me Cobra. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

Elain’s lips parted, her eyes widening in shock. “Y-You’re--?”

“The one who successfully hacked the government’s Central Intelligence systems? You would be right.” Cobra smiled, the gentleness meeting his eyes. “I had some help, of course, but it was mostly my work.”

“Don’t let Frost or Miles hear you. They’ll never let you hear the end of it.” The woman, Crow, called out to them but Cobra didn’t acknowledge her physically. He kept his eyes locked on Elain.

Those names were like little firecrackers going off in the back of her brain. She’d heard of them while she was tooling around on the net. But it was the question that always lingered in her mind. The question that she longed to obtain the answers.

“What is The Matrix?”

Elain couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving her lips even if she’d wanted to. How could he have known that was the question she was wanting to know the answer to? He smiled, canting his head slightly as he looked at her.

“I know that look. It’s the same look I had on my face once.” 

He reached out to grab one of her hands and she didn’t try to resist. Turning her hand over, he placed something inside her palm. When she looked back at her hand, there were two gelatin capsules in her hand. One red, the other blue. Her brows furrowed and she looked back to Cobra, his face calm and reassuring.

“Hitomi,” he said, causing tears to form in her eyes, “you have a choice to make right now. Even though I already know what choice you’re going to make, I still want to give you the option to bail out.” He pointed to her hand. “The red pill will lead you down the path that will answer all of your questions. But it will also give birth to more questions, some of which you may never find the answers for. The blue pill will make you forget everything prior to the moment I walked into your life. You won’t even have the questions inside of you anymore.” 

Crow approached Cobra, handing him a glass of water. He held it out to Elain, to which she absentmindedly took it.

He knew so much and she seemed to know so little. Would she really be okay never knowing the truth? Would she be okay returning to a life of blissful ignorance?

Elain dropped the blue pill onto the ground, tossing the red pill into her mouth and draining the glass of water. Within seconds, both Crow and Ares were moving around her. They were pushing her onto a nearby couch and panic snaked up her throat as she was forced to lay down. Pressing a variety of sticky pads to her skin and temples, she noticed the monitoring devices and felt her panic growing. Cobra pressed his palm along her forehead, feeling his cool palm easing the inflamed feeling flushing out across her skin. 

For a moment, she forgot about her fears and all the movement going on around her. The onset of hysteria was briefly beaten back by Cobra’s almost serene expression. Her eyelids grew a little heavy as he stroked his thumb along the space between her eyebrows.

“I’ll see you soon, Hitomi…”

Hitomi nodded, her eyes lifting to stare mindlessly at the ceiling. She took a deep breath, blinked twice, and watched the world dissolve into darkness - the space replaced with lines of green code. She felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

And then it all went dark again.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

[thebiasrekkers]

Preface Year: Unknown (Presumed 1999) Location: Mega City (Metro City)

There have been whispers of The One’s return. No one knows when or how long it would take. The War with the Machines has raged on for nearly a hundred years and the hope for the Human Race begins to dwindle with each passing year. The Matrix is in its Third Incarnation - the birth of the Modern Era. The Oracle, created to unbalance the work of The Architect, has offered to help build The Matrix where it would be accepted, versus being rejected. But there is always something about 1% and that 1% has given birth to The One, once again. The One is still sleeping, waiting for the day when they will wake up to bring an end to the Machine War.

This is the tale of The Third One.

Fandom: BTS Fandom Work: “Defragmentation” by Admin E of The Bias Rekkers Origin stories set to come soon!