I don't own the Animatrix idea or Kid. All credit to the Wachowskis.
Notes: We've had snow where I live, so I've had a few snow days at school (don't ya just love them??!!) and I've had lots of time to sit here and think up a few new fanfics. And here's my idea. I'm doing a set of stories expanding on some of the stories told in the Animatrix. I picked out a few that I liked, so here's the first of them: An expansion on Kid's Story. Written from his POV as if he's telling the story after being released from the Matrix. This is chapter one, but there will be a couple more to come explaining Kid's story. Here we go...
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I don't really know when I started to realise there was something wrong. But I did. I guess I always knew I was different from the other kids at school. They didn't seem to care about anything important, but I was kid of always wrapped up in my own world, always dreaming, and playing about with my computer. I remember overhearing a couple of my teachers talking about me once. One of them said I was 'unbalanced', and 'always denying reality'. God, I hated that. I mean, who is he to judge me like that? He hardly knows me at all. If he knew what I know now though, he'd probably think I was even more 'unbalanced'.
It's ironic isn't it, that it's actually him who's denying reality.
When I was about thirteen I discovered the Internet. And that's what changed my life- it gave me more to feed my curious mind. But it wasn't until the day after my fifteenth birthday that I found something that really satisfied my interests. I found on this philosophy site, a whole article about some guy called Descartes. He was a philosopher in the sixteenth century who came up with some pretty amazing stuff. His idea was to do with reality- if you believe that something is total truth, it is because your senses have told you that it is. But what about if your senses are lying to you? What happens if you can't trust your senses? I guess if you can't trust your senses, then you can't trust anything. What is actually real?
The idea totally intrigued me. I reckon that's because of my dreams. For as long as I can remember, my dreams have seemed to be like total reality. I could never understand why, but my surroundings in my dreams and the way that I felt just seemed to be more real that everything was when I was awake. When I was awake, I didn't really feel alive- like I wasn't getting the full effect of life. So I suppose that's why the Descartes theory got to me. What if my senses were wrong? It would totally explain why real life didn't feel right.
There was something else that bugged me though- my feelings towards other people. I never did have many friends, but I guess that was mainly down to the fact that I didn't really get involved in social gatherings and stuff like that. It was just never my thing. It felt false. It's strange now that I think that it actually was all false. But I'd heard people talk of love. And I met this one girl. She was pretty popular, and I, well... wasn't. But I was really into her. Only it didn't feel like I thought it should. My feelings just didn't seem to be real. It's so difficult to explain, but now that I know about the Matrix, it seems to make sense.
Spending so much time on my computer worried my mom. I think even she began to think I was unbalanced. My parents divorced when I was four, and I think she always thought that the way I'd become was all down to her and my dad. I only saw him now and again. Even now I worry about my mom. I wish I could go back and see her now, just to tell her I'm alive, but I realise it'd cause too much trouble. I can't go back into the Matrix yet anyway 'cos I'm not fully trained. I can't help but worry about my mom though. That was the most difficult thing for me when I left the Matrix. I had to leave her behind, but I know that she couldn't cope with it all. She's one of those people who are dependent.
But what scares me is that, in reality, she isn't my mom. I love her, but technically, we've never even met.
But I guess that's what taking the red pill's all about, right?
Notes: We've had snow where I live, so I've had a few snow days at school (don't ya just love them??!!) and I've had lots of time to sit here and think up a few new fanfics. And here's my idea. I'm doing a set of stories expanding on some of the stories told in the Animatrix. I picked out a few that I liked, so here's the first of them: An expansion on Kid's Story. Written from his POV as if he's telling the story after being released from the Matrix. This is chapter one, but there will be a couple more to come explaining Kid's story. Here we go...
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I don't really know when I started to realise there was something wrong. But I did. I guess I always knew I was different from the other kids at school. They didn't seem to care about anything important, but I was kid of always wrapped up in my own world, always dreaming, and playing about with my computer. I remember overhearing a couple of my teachers talking about me once. One of them said I was 'unbalanced', and 'always denying reality'. God, I hated that. I mean, who is he to judge me like that? He hardly knows me at all. If he knew what I know now though, he'd probably think I was even more 'unbalanced'.
It's ironic isn't it, that it's actually him who's denying reality.
When I was about thirteen I discovered the Internet. And that's what changed my life- it gave me more to feed my curious mind. But it wasn't until the day after my fifteenth birthday that I found something that really satisfied my interests. I found on this philosophy site, a whole article about some guy called Descartes. He was a philosopher in the sixteenth century who came up with some pretty amazing stuff. His idea was to do with reality- if you believe that something is total truth, it is because your senses have told you that it is. But what about if your senses are lying to you? What happens if you can't trust your senses? I guess if you can't trust your senses, then you can't trust anything. What is actually real?
The idea totally intrigued me. I reckon that's because of my dreams. For as long as I can remember, my dreams have seemed to be like total reality. I could never understand why, but my surroundings in my dreams and the way that I felt just seemed to be more real that everything was when I was awake. When I was awake, I didn't really feel alive- like I wasn't getting the full effect of life. So I suppose that's why the Descartes theory got to me. What if my senses were wrong? It would totally explain why real life didn't feel right.
There was something else that bugged me though- my feelings towards other people. I never did have many friends, but I guess that was mainly down to the fact that I didn't really get involved in social gatherings and stuff like that. It was just never my thing. It felt false. It's strange now that I think that it actually was all false. But I'd heard people talk of love. And I met this one girl. She was pretty popular, and I, well... wasn't. But I was really into her. Only it didn't feel like I thought it should. My feelings just didn't seem to be real. It's so difficult to explain, but now that I know about the Matrix, it seems to make sense.
Spending so much time on my computer worried my mom. I think even she began to think I was unbalanced. My parents divorced when I was four, and I think she always thought that the way I'd become was all down to her and my dad. I only saw him now and again. Even now I worry about my mom. I wish I could go back and see her now, just to tell her I'm alive, but I realise it'd cause too much trouble. I can't go back into the Matrix yet anyway 'cos I'm not fully trained. I can't help but worry about my mom though. That was the most difficult thing for me when I left the Matrix. I had to leave her behind, but I know that she couldn't cope with it all. She's one of those people who are dependent.
But what scares me is that, in reality, she isn't my mom. I love her, but technically, we've never even met.
But I guess that's what taking the red pill's all about, right?