Hannah
04/12/2012
The What Pill?
Morpheus looked Neo dead in the eye, holding two clenched fists before him. "Take the blue pill," he slowly unfolded his left hand to reveal a pearlescent sapphire capsule, "and you'll wake up to in your bed to believe...whatever you want to believe. But, take the red pill," he unclenched his other fist, revealing an identical crimson capsule, "And you stay in Wonderland, and I show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes." Neo looked at the pills. Two choices, two fates. With all the expectation weighing heavily on his shoulders, he began to reach out when suddenly-
"Or, take the white pill, and all your allergies will disappear!" A perky saleswoman had pushed Morpheus aside and was offering Neo a small, chalky white Claratin D. How did she get in here? Before Neo could actually pose the question, she began babbling about calling his doctor, and rushed through the associated side-effects.
"Headache, nausea, dizziness, restlessness, etc." As a sudden impulse, Neo reached out and swallowed the Claratin. The saleslady grinned at Morpheus. "And that's how ya' should've done it!"
Agent Smith shuffled his papers. So, this Neo boy had refused his generous offer to provide comfort and riches. Hmph! Not his problem. He had, however, managed to plant the tracer. In case the wily Morpheus decided to recruit Neo to his 'cause,' Agent Smith would catch them in an inst-
"Sir!" One of the younger Agents burst into his office, cutting off his train of thought. "It's Neo, sir! He's- he's going Claratin D!" Oh no...