Re: Log 3-2
Seeing the man’s inability to connect, the woman steps forward and says, “We are dissociated artificial intelligence units. We have no existence outside the digital universe. Our creator is not the G.O.D., but is instead the man we believe you seek. Vincent. We are what you might call—”
“Scouts,” the man interrupts. “We could see your unusual Matrix signature. We are here to help…or hinder…those who would enter the Digital Fortress, the only place where free roaming sentient programs like us can be completely safe from Zero-One.”
“Yes,” the woman clarifies, “and unlike most of Vincent’s creations, we are able to leave the Digital Fortress Bubble to roam the Matrix and take care of Vincent’s outside operations without arousing the notice of Zero-One.”
“So,” the man says, “although we are unable to unduly assist you, if you are allies of Vincent, we can help protect you and follow you into Digital Fortress.”
“If you would like,” the woman says. “Otherwise, you are on your own, and we can do nothing to help you against the defenses of the Digital Fortress.”
The man nods toward Demian's weapon. "Do not bother with your weapons. You could not hit us if you tried. If we wanted to harm you, you would be dead already." He says this with a friendly smile, no insult intended.