PROLOGUE
In the beginning...
Well. Where does our story start? Does it begin on a dreary morning in the Real, where a bored hacker is staring morosely at ceiling pipes? No. No, it's got to be earlier than that.
How about several years ago. It was a darkened night in the Matrix...a fated evening in which two women in catsuits collided with each other on a non-strip-club-related mission—
Try again. Think "previously", dear.
Oh.
I know.
It must have been in the seventies.
Yes, the seventies. That decade that seems to have absolutely nothing to do with the turn-of-the-century leather cybergoth chic of the movie this fanfic is based upon...well, nothing except the Oracle's apartment, but that's another matter. Anyways. Yes, womyn, it began when people began to realize that a little girl was in fact just as tough as a young man and could pull off a tough yet vulnerable role in cinema—Well, no. Technically then I guess it started when the first seeds of democracy were sown, and women began to question the role that masochist pigs had placed them in—Or did it happen when the first single-celled bacterium were pushed into evolving by the world that someone had...
Wait! How did that world start, then? Who triggered the series of events that lead to the women clustered around the coffee table, the Matrix night, the bacteria, the groovy decade of feminism? And then who created the----
All right. We have to ignore philosophy, or this story is never going to evolve like the bacteria or the hair of Keanu Reeves. With a little bit of artistic license, the world, for all our purposes, begins...now. Trinity staring at the ceiling of the Nebuchadnezzar, kept awake by her boyfriend's girlish snores. Never dreaming about what boredom and morning will bring, as she discovers a secret society that will suck her in.
Welcome to the world of the Sisterhood of Kickass Movie Females. Reformatted, refunnied, and reedited for your viewing pleasure.
Hang onto your motorcycles and leather.
It's gonna be one hell of a ride.