At the airport...
Blood Dragon / Serial Experiments: Lain
A/N: Spoken from Lain's second personalities' perspective, I don't want any crap about how she's not in character. As an aside, Blood Dragon is the most entertaining game I've played this year, and the dialogue is hilarious beyond words. Pre-ordered it like a good little pc gamer, because playing leaked games without buying them is...questionable. Lels.
The only thing words than being forced, indirectly, to wipe all of my friend's recollections of my existence, is to be accidentally tied, via my soul, to the most redundantly idiotic self-proclaimed "pr0-1337 |-| 0r$" I have ever had the displeasure of encountering. Which, in seeing every facet of the Wired and its users at once, has given me some heavy competition to compare this despicable man to. His technobabble makes me cringe with every sentence, perhaps even more frequently than that. If I hear anything more about how he's "bypassed the RAM port!1!11!" Or "I've decompiled the motherboard!", I'm going to murder him, and by extension, myself.
ME
This schlub goes by the handle "Spider", and is apparently a cyborg. I say apparently due to his appearance matching that of some low-budget extra from that late-80's TRON movie.
In my exultation of his disturbing lack of intelligence, it appears that I did not mention that we are on an island populated with robot animals, and dinosaurs that have the peculiar ability of being able to shoot LASERS from their EYES. This is only a small issue, compared to the disastrous event that affects even I, the omniscient personification of the Wired. Despite being an entire decade in the future, year 2007, this island lacks any sort of connectivity with the Wired. This does not bode well for me, and renders me disgustingly mortal.
There is this primitive "Internet", but it contains none of the emotional constructs that allow the Wired to exist as it does. On the brighter side of things, this disallows a conscious entity analogous to myself to appear and cause trouble. You know, beyond this 'minor' set of problems.
So I'm alone. With this idiot. Surviving in a post-post-apocalyptic world, against laser-dinosaurs and half of the cast of Mad Max.
Oh joy; too bad I left Yuki at home.
A/N: Ooooh, reference to a fic I never released right there! I should probably get around to doing that at some point. Because I need to link ALL of the AU's together!
