The Jameson website is chockful of "theories" as to why people drink Jameson.
Here's one that's SO RIGHT ON IT'S SCARY.
THE IMPENDING APOCALYPSE, FEARS OF TECHNOLOGY AND A WORLD RULED BY UNFORGIVING MACHINE OVERLORDS
In a survey conducted last year, 37% of respondents admitted to
harboring a deep suspicion of technology. 61% were fearful computers
would one day "take over the world." 2% thought their toaster was out
to kill them... but that's probably irrelevant.
Jameson, however, is as un-techy as it gets. There's just
something comforting about a whiskey that's been made the same way
practically since T-Rexes were battling triceratops. No microchips or
evil computers here, and believe me: Scientists are most definitely not
working on a pill you can pop in lieu of happily sipping a glass. Ever
since that one computer in that one movie refused to open those damn
pod-bay doors, we humans have become ever more wary of technology.
Drinking Jameson allows us to get in touch with a time when people didn't have those worries.
Some of these are things that could technically affect the whole canon, some of them are not. But here are a few basic guidelines I go by when playing Cypher:
- He has been canon-punctured, so he knows he was in a movie called The Matrix, but has not yet seen the film. (As of 12.01.05.)
- He arrived into Milliways from the Matrix itself, a month or so before the start of the first film. Thus his wardrobe is generally consistant with that of the Matrix (lots of leather, black and green, sunglasses, etc.) and he has no "holes." After much debate about how the Wachowskis write things (i.e., very confusingly), I place his time period, at least in Matrix years, as being about January 1998. The opening scene of the film happens in February 1998. (Believe me, I did a lot of work to make sure the date wasn't just some arbitrary thing and is something important to the canon. Harder than you might think!)
- In Milliways, he lives in Room 303. The canon significance is obviously not lost on me. As of right now, Room 303 resembles something closer to the Lafayette Hotel (where Neo takes the red pill) than it does to the Heart o' the City Hotel (where the movie begins and effectively ends) - dusty beds, peeling wallpaper, rotary phone with no dial tone, a general 1930s/1940s decaying grandeur. The room may change as important events (particularly canon-related) happen to Cypher, as well as interactions he may have with other Matrix characters while in Milliways.
- While he can't walk up walls or play with gravity in Milliways, I maintain that humans who get information downloaded into their brains have at least some body memory (particularly true of someone who has come to the bar from the Matrix and not the real world), so he is quite good at Drunken Monkey Kung Fu. The body cannot live without the mind, and the body is also enriched by the mind even if the body is "asleep" (i.e., lying plugged into an ecto chair).
- Similarly, I think different languages are downloaded into the minds of the rebels. Because he's not actually in the Matrix, Cypher can't speak them all perfectly, but he can struggle through a few of them via the same logic that allows him to do kung fu in Milliways. Some languages have "stuck" more easily than others (it's probably safe to assume, given the Wachowskis' Asian influence and its importance in the Matrix, that variations on Chinese and Japanese are particularly important).
- His memory of history, pop culture, and other things of 20th century Earth are sketchy. Because he was in the Matrix longer than most rebels (he was jacked out at age 39), he probably has more reference material, but he's unclear about certain details. For example, he'd know something famous and well-established like Gone with the Wind, but he probably wouldn't be familiar with, say, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. ;} This is something I think varies from person to person, as Mouse probably knows and remembers more of that stuff due to his age and relative youth in the real world.
- He has certain aspects of PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not something I "planned," merely something I've noticed while playing him. It makes sense given that he's been stuck in a war for nearly a decade and is not exactly cut out to be a soldier (at least not by Zion's definition). In addition, there's an important aspect of his backstory that makes the likelihood of PTSD pretty strong. In Milliways, his PTSD often manifests as him sometimes being unable to distinguish what is simulation and what is not (and given that he's technically in a simulation, is that so bad? :).
...That's all for now, more as I feel like adding it.
ETA: Here's a bit more. Why not.
- Phones don't get a dial tone in Milliways. In addition to the one in his room, he came in with a cell that went dead as soon as he got there. If he was ever able to make contact with anyone from the Neb within Milliways, I assure you his paranoia would become a crashingly scary thing. ;} I probably wouldn't let this happen without talking to my other canonmates. He's been able to get computers from the Bar, also, but he can't connect to any 'net in any way, shape or form.
- I think this is obvious, but given his time period he hasn't betrayed anyone yet. And because he doesn't know that Mouse is dead and he hasn't seen the movie yet, he has no idea why certain people hate him. This is not to say that he hasn't been thinking about betrayal for a long time (as I said, he comes in from only a month before the movie begins), so any conversations touching on that subject might prove interesting. Especially if the Agents are brought up, as he has a portion of his backstory that has to do with them.
- Yeah, he really does have a problem with booze. And it ain't just at Milliways. Cypher is a highly functional alcoholic. On the Neb, he'd survive on engine degreaser over goop any day.
"So you mean to tell me this little shit is the One? This little shit with his pansy-ass viruses and his second-rate pirated software and his I'm-a-rebel hacking? Fuck him! I could code circles around this jackass. I could code octagons around this clown. I could code fuckin' fractals around him, Morpheus!
"All of you! You remember what it took to get me out, right? Wasn't it worth it? Is it worth all this trouble just because Morpheus thinks he's found the One? Is it worth all the fucking trouble?
"Well me, I don't want any part of it. You should just drop my ass back in the power plant if this is the way we're goin'. No, wait, you know what? I got a better idea. Why don't I do things my way, for once. I'll find my own fuckin' way out of this mess. No thanks to the rest of you.
"...You all forgot about why you wanted me here in the first place.
"Every single last motherfucking one of you."
Cypher had fallen asleep. He normally didn't sleep much at all; sleep usually only came when he drank too much, which was more often than he'd like to admit.
Now his eyes were open.
"Tank, I don't know where I am or why I'm here but I ain't comin' back. I only wanna know one thing."
The rotary phone wasn't really ringing, was it? He was too scared to look. He just stared at the ceiling, at the ceiling fan that rotated endlessly.
"Cypher? What? What is it?"
He was having trouble distinguishing
"I just wanna know..."
whether this was in the past
or the future.
"Where is Trinity?"
The door to room 303 (it looks like this) opens with a creak as Cypher shows the Welsh princess in.
He flicks on a light and grins, hands in his trouser pockets. "Sorry, sweetheart. It's still pretty dusty."