AN: I'm sorry to see this lose followers, but alas, it must. The names that  they fight in the  flashback are all names of real person, and hence this chapter is dedicated to them.

Disclaimers: I don't own it. Mlash.

Dual Biography

Chapter  XXVII:  Consciously Historical

FLASHBACK

I open my eyes and look around. Immediately I notice One, next to me, and Neil and Adrian both watching computer screens. I stand up and walk behind him, patting his shoulder slightly. My hand slides through him, and I realized that I am in my own memories. This time, however, I notice I am conscious about it, and hence free to move around as I please.

"Adrian." I say, and he doesn't turn. He doesn't know we are here; we don't really exist in this time and space anyway. One looks at me and then to the brothers.

"What is this place?"

"We're in the past, One," I reply quietly, "We're in the past, before our creation. Remmeber when the MI spoke of human-based programs?"

He nods, "Yes, he spoke rather passionately about them. Said they worked excellently, but suffered human attitudes such as compassion and love and other flaws. To our best guess, Raikan was probably one."

"We are too. Both of us. These are the humans we were based upon."

One looks at Neil, "He's pale. Like us."

"Correct…and Adrian likes switchblades and silver. Understand?"

He nods, but I still see confusion in his eyes, "How did you get those memories without us having them?":

"You do. You just don't know it. They're hidden away from you…like they were to us before our encounter with the MI while saving the rebels."

"Can you awaken them?" He asks, the confusion wiped from his eyes and replaced with dead seriousness.

"You would not want to see them." I reply.

"Hah! Did'ja see that, Neil? I owned his fuckin' ass! Seimiya and Aubrienna think they can take us. Hah. My omega came and WOOSH, they were gone! That'll make that damned Forlown clan think TWICE about trying to beat us!"

We both turn to see Adrian pointing vehemently at his computer, ranting. Neil turns around and raises an eyebrow at him. Neil smiles sardonically, "And I helped," He says, his words tinged with sarcasm, "They were both girls, and the third team of Forlown we've gone though. Before them…Lexxin and Jadde, Aurelia and Diawol. Sit back down, damnit, Adrian, we still have to kill Thrious and Harruq. They're a kick-ass team, I've heard. Better then any of the others. And even Arth and Tryst, even though they weren't Forlowns. Pretty good, though."

"Not any better then us, eh Neil?"

"No, Adrian," He replies with tired grin, sounding like he's heard this so many times, and yet puts up with it.  "Not any better then us. Now sit back down and put your fingers where your mouth is. And close up that gaping hole in your ranks."

I move slightly to look at Neil. He's dead pale, albino obviously, looking at his brother with stern glare, though even so I can see soft concern in his eyes.

"Oh," He blushes, "sorry about that. Little over excited."

"Only a little."

One and I both turn from watching our former selves play the game, "This what we were before we were us."

I nod silently, and he scowls, "What a waste of time we were. We take back our request for you to awaken the memories. Why did you ask us to take you back here?"

"That Adrian in the dojo is the same Adrian that's playing a game."

"That's impossible."

"What did Thompson do to my programming to erase Adrian? Neil still sleeps dormant in your mind now."

"She picked up the programming and placed it out of yours."

"Then all she did was reinsert the programming of Adrian into the Matrix?"

He shrugs, "We suppose so."

"One, that boy I'm teaching at the dojo is---ME."

His eyes narrow, "You?"

"Yes, One…ME. He's part of…MY…programming."

"We see," He says softly, turning to Adrian and Neil, who are now hunched over their computers, "You want that boy part of you."

"No, but don't you think it's a little…odd…to be teaching yourself martial arts?"

"You're not teaching yourself. You're teaching Adrian."

"Adrian is…ME. Just like Neil is you."

"Neil is not us. Neil is himself, a human bound into the Matrix, a battery as the rebels say. We are Twin One, and that is all."

I draw the same words out of my head I heard Ghost say.

I have walked the paths, the shadowed roads, that lead to terror's breast

I have plumbed the depths of hatred's womb and scaled destruction's crest

For every secret left unknown, for every powered learned

I'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless how it burned.

But now I find this power learned is more unto a curse

My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverent verse.

Despite the strength and knowledge earned, I have paid a heavy toll.

Never should have traded power for my own immortal soul.