...hardline arrival...
Distri jacks into the Matrix Online looking for a new art-performance to create...
Distri roams Metro City looking for something non-combat related to do...Although she has managed to avoid overt combat, nothing has captured her creative curiosity yet...
Suddenly, Distri realized that it had been snowing all this time...Distri wanted to take refuge in a dumpster for something to do but all dumpsters seemed perpetually locked and devoid of interactive possibility...Other than seeking "shelter" or just admiring the resolution of the snow-pixels, Distri was still not inspired to do anything creative...
Although it was still snowing, no snow ever accumulated on the terrain...Distri felt that maybe the trucks would have something creative to offer, providing that she stared at them long enough...Perhaps trucks in general are not the best contemplative objects to hallucinate from and experience the virtuality behind all apparent virtualities...
Distri did find some construction equipment but...these static meshes did not inspire her into action either...maybe she was beginning to realize how claustrophobic it can be living in a mundane matrix? Maybe she was just getting depressed?
Finally, the snow had stopped...Distri, however, already began to feel nostalgic for virtual snow-fall since at least the snow was animated and simulated a complex climate...As far as simulation goes, snow seems reliable and comforting...
Distri briefly considered taking the subway to another part of Metro City for something to do but she recollected how long it took to wait for the bus at the local bus stop...Is waiting worth the wonder? No, it is better to wander....
Despite feeling uninspired, Distri did enjoy taking many self-portraits in front of tagged buildings. Who was the tagger? Some hacker? Perhaps, even Morpheus? The Architect? Neo? The Oracle? Agent Smith?
Eventually, the respite from the snow subsided into mundane rain...As far as resolution goes, rain is fascinating...however, the effects on the psyche are typically depressing...
Even with the possibility of being intrigued with the agent-design of the pigeons, Distri began to feel hopelessly under the weather...morose...despondent...miserable...
The Meek shall inherit the streets? Pretending to empathize with the poor suffering NPC beggar in the rain only made matters worse...
...more pigeons...more rain...there seemed to be no rational way to rid oneself of the grid and jack out into the sunshine...
Distri could not take it any longer...Being a performance artist and academic researcher in the Matrix became too depressing...So, she decided to take the red pill and jack out of the Matrix...
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