Disclaimer: I don't own "the matrix" it belongs to the Wachowski brothers,
and im not makin a dime.
"I was always afraid of the dark."
It was a cold windy night in Iceland. Basically like any other night in
Iceland. Péter Jonson (Pronounced Pyeter Yonson) A.K.A. Static, an Icelandic man with hair to his Eyes and a moderate beard, was busy trying
to hack the Police computers to wipe his driving record clean. In mid-
keystroke the screen went black
"What your doing is illegal you know."
"Huh" Static said with a confused look on his face.
" Do you want to know what the Matrix is?"
" Yeah, who's this?" Static finally realized he was being foolish.
"We must meet."
"Where?"
"Go to dinner. We'll meet there."
"Ok." He said, not really believing what the stranger on the other end off
the connection meant.
Static had wondered what the matrix was for years now. He had found a web site on it when he was eighteen. Every time he tried to find the same site twice he found it no longer existed. Now was his chance to find the truth
to the question that had been nagging him for years.
He decided to have dinner at his favorite Pizzeria, Langbest. They had the
best pizza in Iceland. Static sat in the back booth, waiting for the mysterious contact to arrive. The pizzeria was regularly very bright, but
the Icelandic winter left only a few hours of Sunlight per day. After
waiting thirty minutes, he saw a small man dressed in black walked in.
" Hello Static," the man said in an Australian accent. "My name is Rook."
"You were the one on my computer," Static said in curiosity "How?"
"Unimportant," Rook said "what is important is that we get out of here
soon."
"Who are you?"
" I'm the one here to show you the truth"
"Ok, good enough for me." Static hated his life. He worked as a technician for a company in Reykjavik, the capitol of Iceland. He had no social life,
his family hated him, and he was generally despised by society.
The two walked out to a black sedan that somehow seemed to blend perfectly into the dark. The car seemed peculiar to Static, but he supposed it was
because it was bigger than most European cars.
They got in the front seats, and started driving. The town Static lived in,
Keflavik, had one mane road, which they were traveling down.
"Where we going?" Static asked.
"Out of town."
And it was left at that.
About ten minutes later they arrived at the abandoned fish factory just
outside of town.
Static and Rook walked in and immediately cringed.
"Sorry about the smell," said a beautiful redhead that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "It's the only place we could find on such short notice." She
was obviously talking to Static, as she knew Rook.
"Go set up," Rook ordered the women "Ill be along shortly."
"Who was that?" Static asked. She was beautiful but not his type.
"You'll find out soon enough. First I'd like to tell you something. You wanted to know what the matrix is? The matrix is a prison. A prison that you can see, taste, and touch, without ever realizing it. It is wool polled
over your eyes to keep you from the truth."
He pulled out a pillbox and dropped a pill in each hand, one red one blue.
"Take the red pill and spring yourself from the prison, and learn the truth. Take the blue pill and live the lie, and believe what you want to
believe."
The way he worded his speech was like that of a leader and had Static to
curious to want to take the blue pill. He picked up the red pill and
swallowed it without water.
"Congratulations." And that was it. Nothing else.
"What now?"
"This way."
They walked deeper into the factory where there was one light illuminating
a bunch of bizarre equipment, all allotted on a desk at which the women
sat. There was also a red chair sitting there. The type of chair your
Psychiatrist sits in. Static now felt uncomfortable.
"That pill was part of our trace program designed to disrupt your
input/output carrier signals. Kinda' like Acid. Sit there."
"Ok" Static said in a sort of stumbling manner as he sat down.
" Have you ever thought you hadn't woke up from a dream. And you were so
sure that dream was real." Rook said more than asked.
As he said this, Static started to see black spots in his vision, which rapidly grew bigger and bigger until he could see nothing but darkness. The
black could almost be tasted.
" Help!!!!" yelled Static.
"Help me!!!!!!" Yelled Static as he started to cry. Static had always had a fear of the dark. It came from when he had been trapped in a cave when he was a child. He couldn't remember much before that but he believed it went
farther back than that.
He yelled once more before his eyes opened. All he could see was pink. He
pushed up and felt resistance. He kept pushing until he finally broke
through. He stood up and pulled a tube out of his mouth, after which he
looked around. All he could see was towers and towers going up and down forever. He saw millions of pods like the one he was standing in all around him. He looked to his side and saw another pod with a well-endowed woman in
it. He realized this was his neighbor in this bizarre world.
A giant floating machine came out of nowhere and grabbed him. All he could see was himself reflected in eyes, and eyes, and eyes. It spun a cord out of the back of his head, which felt horrible. Immediately afterward he was sucked down the back of the pod. He slipped and slid for a few minutes and then fell into nowhere. He seemed to fall forever, until he realized he was
drowning. He was grabbed and dragged into the light where he saw three
people. "So this is heaven."
"Hardly. Welcome to reality." Said rook.
and im not makin a dime.
"I was always afraid of the dark."
It was a cold windy night in Iceland. Basically like any other night in
Iceland. Péter Jonson (Pronounced Pyeter Yonson) A.K.A. Static, an Icelandic man with hair to his Eyes and a moderate beard, was busy trying
to hack the Police computers to wipe his driving record clean. In mid-
keystroke the screen went black
"What your doing is illegal you know."
"Huh" Static said with a confused look on his face.
" Do you want to know what the Matrix is?"
" Yeah, who's this?" Static finally realized he was being foolish.
"We must meet."
"Where?"
"Go to dinner. We'll meet there."
"Ok." He said, not really believing what the stranger on the other end off
the connection meant.
Static had wondered what the matrix was for years now. He had found a web site on it when he was eighteen. Every time he tried to find the same site twice he found it no longer existed. Now was his chance to find the truth
to the question that had been nagging him for years.
He decided to have dinner at his favorite Pizzeria, Langbest. They had the
best pizza in Iceland. Static sat in the back booth, waiting for the mysterious contact to arrive. The pizzeria was regularly very bright, but
the Icelandic winter left only a few hours of Sunlight per day. After
waiting thirty minutes, he saw a small man dressed in black walked in.
" Hello Static," the man said in an Australian accent. "My name is Rook."
"You were the one on my computer," Static said in curiosity "How?"
"Unimportant," Rook said "what is important is that we get out of here
soon."
"Who are you?"
" I'm the one here to show you the truth"
"Ok, good enough for me." Static hated his life. He worked as a technician for a company in Reykjavik, the capitol of Iceland. He had no social life,
his family hated him, and he was generally despised by society.
The two walked out to a black sedan that somehow seemed to blend perfectly into the dark. The car seemed peculiar to Static, but he supposed it was
because it was bigger than most European cars.
They got in the front seats, and started driving. The town Static lived in,
Keflavik, had one mane road, which they were traveling down.
"Where we going?" Static asked.
"Out of town."
And it was left at that.
About ten minutes later they arrived at the abandoned fish factory just
outside of town.
Static and Rook walked in and immediately cringed.
"Sorry about the smell," said a beautiful redhead that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "It's the only place we could find on such short notice." She
was obviously talking to Static, as she knew Rook.
"Go set up," Rook ordered the women "Ill be along shortly."
"Who was that?" Static asked. She was beautiful but not his type.
"You'll find out soon enough. First I'd like to tell you something. You wanted to know what the matrix is? The matrix is a prison. A prison that you can see, taste, and touch, without ever realizing it. It is wool polled
over your eyes to keep you from the truth."
He pulled out a pillbox and dropped a pill in each hand, one red one blue.
"Take the red pill and spring yourself from the prison, and learn the truth. Take the blue pill and live the lie, and believe what you want to
believe."
The way he worded his speech was like that of a leader and had Static to
curious to want to take the blue pill. He picked up the red pill and
swallowed it without water.
"Congratulations." And that was it. Nothing else.
"What now?"
"This way."
They walked deeper into the factory where there was one light illuminating
a bunch of bizarre equipment, all allotted on a desk at which the women
sat. There was also a red chair sitting there. The type of chair your
Psychiatrist sits in. Static now felt uncomfortable.
"That pill was part of our trace program designed to disrupt your
input/output carrier signals. Kinda' like Acid. Sit there."
"Ok" Static said in a sort of stumbling manner as he sat down.
" Have you ever thought you hadn't woke up from a dream. And you were so
sure that dream was real." Rook said more than asked.
As he said this, Static started to see black spots in his vision, which rapidly grew bigger and bigger until he could see nothing but darkness. The
black could almost be tasted.
" Help!!!!" yelled Static.
"Help me!!!!!!" Yelled Static as he started to cry. Static had always had a fear of the dark. It came from when he had been trapped in a cave when he was a child. He couldn't remember much before that but he believed it went
farther back than that.
He yelled once more before his eyes opened. All he could see was pink. He
pushed up and felt resistance. He kept pushing until he finally broke
through. He stood up and pulled a tube out of his mouth, after which he
looked around. All he could see was towers and towers going up and down forever. He saw millions of pods like the one he was standing in all around him. He looked to his side and saw another pod with a well-endowed woman in
it. He realized this was his neighbor in this bizarre world.
A giant floating machine came out of nowhere and grabbed him. All he could see was himself reflected in eyes, and eyes, and eyes. It spun a cord out of the back of his head, which felt horrible. Immediately afterward he was sucked down the back of the pod. He slipped and slid for a few minutes and then fell into nowhere. He seemed to fall forever, until he realized he was
drowning. He was grabbed and dragged into the light where he saw three
people. "So this is heaven."
"Hardly. Welcome to reality." Said rook.