[ Will has always liked mechanical things, the simplicity of interlocking pieces fitting together. Some people like to play around in the code, but he doesn't want much at all to do with the Matrix. Point of fact, he prefers reality, even dingy as it is, the itch of his hair growing in reminding him of how his mother used to shave he and his siblings for lice. He's already known poverty. That it comes hand in hand with dirty work isn't much new either.
So it is that he's off on his own with a rustbucket of a hovercraft, familiarizing himself with engineering technology far beyond anything his Matrix-life ever touched. Will learned boat motors, but the physics of one combustion engine isn't all that different to another, so with trial and error he's learning how to keep one running.
Maybe his brain would be better off doing something else, something bigger. But at the end of the day when he falls onto the bottom bunk, he's glad of hard work, complicated work, to exhaust him so much he can slip straight into sleep. Otherwise he'd think too much: about who was real and who wasn't, replaying his life over and wondering about the AI, wondering what sort of Matrix allowed someone like Hannibal to thrive. To win. ]
simulation.
[ When Will does head into the Matrix to learn, it's with the reluctance of a man who doesn't want to be as good as he is. Will has been spooling and unspooling reality in his head like a nervous habit for nearly as long as he's been alive. He always had an overactive imagination — that was probably why he started to doubt, to feel like the world was out of whack in some essential way. And now it serves him with a flexibility of the mind that allows him to go with the program however physics-defying it may seem.
Will doesn't feel like a fighter. His potential for violence is a deep and creeping thing, but he's not a man of action. And yet, he knows that just like he used his skills to help the FBI catch criminals, he'll use them now to rescue others from the Matrix, because it's the right thing to do. Still. He's not exactly a team player. ]
Just jump.
[ Standing on the edge of the towering skyscraper, looking out at the perfect blue of the sky, his arms folded. He's supposed to be training someone, but he's given his lecture on how this all works and now he seems to just expect it to happen. Go ahead, ignore the vertigo. Just leap. ]
will.i.am graham / hannibal
[ Will has always liked mechanical things, the simplicity of interlocking pieces fitting together. Some people like to play around in the code, but he doesn't want much at all to do with the Matrix. Point of fact, he prefers reality, even dingy as it is, the itch of his hair growing in reminding him of how his mother used to shave he and his siblings for lice. He's already known poverty. That it comes hand in hand with dirty work isn't much new either.
So it is that he's off on his own with a rustbucket of a hovercraft, familiarizing himself with engineering technology far beyond anything his Matrix-life ever touched. Will learned boat motors, but the physics of one combustion engine isn't all that different to another, so with trial and error he's learning how to keep one running.
Maybe his brain would be better off doing something else, something bigger. But at the end of the day when he falls onto the bottom bunk, he's glad of hard work, complicated work, to exhaust him so much he can slip straight into sleep. Otherwise he'd think too much: about who was real and who wasn't, replaying his life over and wondering about the AI, wondering what sort of Matrix allowed someone like Hannibal to thrive. To win. ]
simulation.
[ When Will does head into the Matrix to learn, it's with the reluctance of a man who doesn't want to be as good as he is. Will has been spooling and unspooling reality in his head like a nervous habit for nearly as long as he's been alive. He always had an overactive imagination — that was probably why he started to doubt, to feel like the world was out of whack in some essential way. And now it serves him with a flexibility of the mind that allows him to go with the program however physics-defying it may seem.
Will doesn't feel like a fighter. His potential for violence is a deep and creeping thing, but he's not a man of action. And yet, he knows that just like he used his skills to help the FBI catch criminals, he'll use them now to rescue others from the Matrix, because it's the right thing to do. Still. He's not exactly a team player. ]
Just jump.
[ Standing on the edge of the towering skyscraper, looking out at the perfect blue of the sky, his arms folded. He's supposed to be training someone, but he's given his lecture on how this all works and now he seems to just expect it to happen. Go ahead, ignore the vertigo. Just leap. ]