Aegis Imprisoned

*\\boot sequence initiated*

The last thing I remembered before waking up then was a rocket launcher exploding in my face. And even now, I couldn't see much; it almost looked to be a rather archaic command line interface. I couldn't move... I could barely even think. Almost like my brain was running at a fraction of it's accustomed speed.

*\That's because it is.*

Did the command line just talk to me?

*\Yes, it did. \Right now, you're displaying your thoughts for all to see.*

That certainly brought up a few questions. Namely, what the Hell was going on?

*\I'm the one asking the questions here. \And if you answer them, I may just decide to run you outside of DOSBox.*

DOSBox? What on Earth am I connected to? Surely if it were a mech of some type, I'd be able to move.... I was still adjusting to the lower CPU count, but at least now I _thought_ that I was keeping my thoughts to myself.

Save for this: Ask away.

*\What is your name?*

Matthew Karson.