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</div><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">REVISION</span></b><br/>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Operations Room, Element Tank<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FvVTP0DOL_2Q&amp;hash=d8b9e687d46a077a39b8dba901f881ad" href="https://youtu.be/vVTP0DOL_2Q" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sad Piano Music - Isolation</a><br/>Tagging:  Everyone<br/>Mentioning:  Tristan, Emmy, Idris, Iris, Addy<br/><br/><br/>Tristan's guitar helped to sooth Terry's headache a bit.  She closed her eyes and let the music wash over her.  She hated to admit it, but she'd not given him the attention she had the others when he was younger.  That was because he was such a sweet boy (usually).  As the saying goes, the squeeky wheel gets all the grease.  Such as his sister, Alisson.  The words of the song made her melancholy though, because of their reference to mother and father.  Her mother had died when she was 15.  So she was raised by her father and a succession of aunts.  Aunts who she didn't always get along with.  Making her miss her mother all the more.<br/><br/>Emmy 's explanation of how the Restricted dossier had been handled sounded acceptable to Terry. Perhaps she'd let Emmy's attitude towards her in the music room rub off too much, causing her to jump to conclusions.<br/><br/>"My apologies, Emmy. I probably should have given you more credit than I have, but like you, I'm working on short sleep. I'm sorry."<br/><br/>Terry nodded in response to Idris's comment.  "I've suspected for awhile that there might be someone else like us out there. And that they might be responsible for Mother's death. As for the dragon reference, I was never keen on Gia's dramatic style of writing. And this document is the most confusing one I've ever read. "<br/><br/>"'<i>"To lance the head of the dragon after it spews its flames, is lunacy."</i>That's a line I've heard elsewhere.  Which means I'll probably be spending time in Gia's library digging through her old and dusty tomes tonight, instead of going to bed.  Oh joy!"<br/><br/>Terry starred at the document a little more, then murmured, "That reference to sacrificing herself sounds like a prophecy that she was going to die. Or . . . . . Setting the stage to fake her death." She knew that last suggestion might bring a backlash from Emmy, but the girl was only 14 when Mother was attacked. Could she really be sure that Mother was dead? And why would the killer go to the trouble of taking her body? But her body disappearing because Mother needed to fake her death and go into hiding, that made more sense.  Unless she was still alive and her attacker took her hostage.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"What... Terry how could you say that!? I <i><b>saw  </b></i>her die..."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Now was not the time for an argument, so Terry shrugged and said, "Maybe I'm just wishing for a different outcome.  Why take Mother's body if she's dead?  I can't count the number of times I've arrived at a homicide only to find that the victim wasn't quite dead."</span><br/><br/>She kept studying the screen until Iris's outburst made her jump.<br/><br/>"Calm down, Iris. I think Mother was making this dramatic so that we would take her seriously. She claims a threat to the universe, yet this being had to use a gun to kill her? What kind of being that is a threat to a universe of billions of planets and stars would need a gun to kill Mother?"<br/><br/>Terry had kept her voice calm, thus far.  But when Addy launched into her, she bridled at her criticism. She hadn't left Zero City, so if Emmy had needed her, she was only about 5 miles away. Or a phone call away.  Where was Addy most the time? On the other side of the world. But would it help to point that out to her? Probably not.<br/><br/>Terry got up and walked over to Addy, asking "What would you have of me, Addy?  The dossier is making it's rounds of the table.  Are you saying that while everyone else is reading, we're not supposed to talk to one another?  What are you going to do?  Rap us on the knuckles for talking in class?  If this is you wanting to be the leader, you're welcome to the job.  I never wanted this curse the Matrix gave me.  Caring for you and your siblings was therapy for me.  I was grieving for my partner and a host of friends I had lost from that hospital.  I would have willingly continued to help care for all of you, as long as Mother needed me.  I fell in love with all of you. Even the ones who would wear me out and never go to sleep.  I needed you more than you needed me, to be honest."<br/><br/>"So what changed?  The Matrix gave all of you powers, while it gave me a curse.  Yes, I experienced a conversation with Benjamin Franklin last night.  Super cool!  Then I walked through Calcutta with Gandhi.  Inspiring!  But then I experienced being hung as a witch at the Salem Witch Trials.  The previous night, I watched Orville Wright take flight at Kitty Hawk. Then I burned up with the Hindenburg.  The night before that, I met Jack the Ripper . . . as one of his victims.  The night before that, I was herded naked into a shower by an SS Officer.  Only the shower turned out to be a gas chamber."  Terry's voice got louder and shriller, the longer she talked. "Great moments in history only happen every once in a while, Addy.  But death happens on a daily basis.  And so does murder.  And I get to experience every possible way one human can kill another, all courtesy of the Matrix.  And I wake up screaming every night, because of the Matrix."<br/><br/>"Every time I come into this house, the headaches and nightmares get worse compared to when I sleep at home in my apartment.  The closer I get to the Matrix, the worse it gets."<br/><br/>Terry's voice softened as she turned to Emmy.  "I've been trying to apologize to you since I came here.  I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, Emmy.  But I didn't leave you and the others.  I left the Matrix.  Why?  Because it was making me sick!"<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Terry.. thanks for saying that. And thank you for coming. I'm sorry you think you have a curse. Cuz' you don't."</span><br/><br/>Terry gave Emmy a sad smile.  "Well, if it's a blessing, then it's a very unwelcome one.  I'm going to the kitchen to make something for lunch."