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temporarily borrowing these amazing people from Andy and Larry Wachowski.
Artemis: Chapter One Intuition
Accidents happen, seemingly for no purpose. Everyday, the one thing that lingers in my mind are the events of that cold, opaque night. The fog that contributed to the accident has seemed to found a permanent residence in my mind, for I have forgotten most of what happened.
Night after night, I am filled with flashing nightmares. Like a movie, but I am shown frames one after another. No one deserves this torture, especially when half of the story is blocked out by amnesia. Night after night, I try to paste together the pieces that have fallen right in front of me. In the back of my mind, a small intuition is telling me that I am missing a piece, and someone out there knowingly has it.
"Marie! Marie! Get your fat ass out of that bed. We can't afford for you to sleep at home when there is school to be gone to!" This was the daily speech my step-mom would give me. It got annoyingly monotonous. And it was somewhat sad, for I was the one that had to get up each morning, and I was the one that had to go to school, and I was the one that had to complete school to go to college. And I was the one that had to get a good paying job. And I was the one that had to support the family (when only one person living in that family was blood-related).
But of course, being stupid Marie, I would let the bitch step all over me and tell me what to do. I was too afraid of speaking up to her, or anyone else for that matter. The only person I ever did talk to was my twin brother, Mark.
Mark had an aura around him that made him very approachable and very likable. He was a very gentle person, and the only one who treated me like I was remotely human. But his grades suffered (like my emotional state), so I had to take all the weight of the family. While Mark was out partying with his buddies, I spent my nights hovering the advance calculus book, trying desperately to understand any of the formulas.
And when I wasn't studying, I sat in front of my computer. Ah, my beloved computer. I spent two years working odd jobs just to raise the money for this baby. It meant the world to me. I reprogrammed it so it would work to my liking. I created my website that had hopes of bringing others like my together. I had already created a couple disks that could help my fellow hackers.
Mark said I was in desperate need of a boyfriend. I would tell him that I already have one, then point to the computer. Mark would just shake his head, telling me that I was living in a fantasy world. Oh how right he was.
But what came before all this? Both Mark and I could not remember anything before our father died, when we were both two years old. Our birth mom died giving birth to us, and our parents had divorced right after mom found out she was pregnant. That seems so long ago, and for some reason, I felt it was much longer than I expected.
Twins are an interesting sort. Mark and I have always been best friend, but we were as different as night and day. Mark was social, while I enjoyed the company of a good book. Mark was skeptical, while weekly I would buy the tabloids and bask in any supernatural phenomena that might be afoot.
My questioning of Mark and my origin and the truth about the world started when I over heard a couple adults talking. They spoke like they knew something normal folks didn't. It was right after school, and I took my normal route through the backways and alleys to my apartment. I found a dumpster that had some interesting things in it, and me being Marie, I just had to scout inside and see if there was anything useful. While I was inside, two men and a woman walked down the alley and stopped right in front of the dumpster.
"This isn't going to work," one of the men complained.
"Yes it is, you have to believe," the other said to him. "Have you not learned how much there is to the world? You know that there are no limits; I've seen you push those limits even outside of the Matrix."
// Matrix?! I've heard of that! But from where? //
"But how are we going to find Artemis and Apollo? These are two people who probably don't even know their existence and powers. The agents could have erased their memories so they would forget all they knew and did beforehand."
"Have patience. We will find them, and soon all will be better. Trinity, let's get us out of here"
"Yes." Then "Trinity" took out a cell phone, and they walked away.
After ten minutes, I slowly made my way out of the top of the dumpster. I've heard of the Matrix before; I just couldn't remember from where. And Artemis? That was my screen name in a hacker chat room. I would visit this chat room many times and work on improving my computer, but also seeing what was going on in the world. And this is where I learned of the Matrix. I ran the rest of the way home, but shoulder bag hitting my thighs the whole way. My heart pounded with excitement, and because I was running. As soon as I got to the apartment door, I ran through, ignoring my step-mom and slamming my bedroom door behind me. This was too good to pass up.
I clicked the computer on and went straight to the site. There were a couple of people in the chat, but my online friend, Neo, was not on. So I just plopped on my bed and turned up my music. Every five minutes, I would look over my shoulder to see if Neo was on. If anyone would know about the Matrix, it had to be Neo. He was infamous in the chat room and a wonderful person to talk to. I eventually drifted off to sleep. After an hour or so, my computer beeped, waking me up.
Wake up Artemis. It's time. . .
Artemis: Chapter One Intuition
Accidents happen, seemingly for no purpose. Everyday, the one thing that lingers in my mind are the events of that cold, opaque night. The fog that contributed to the accident has seemed to found a permanent residence in my mind, for I have forgotten most of what happened.
Night after night, I am filled with flashing nightmares. Like a movie, but I am shown frames one after another. No one deserves this torture, especially when half of the story is blocked out by amnesia. Night after night, I try to paste together the pieces that have fallen right in front of me. In the back of my mind, a small intuition is telling me that I am missing a piece, and someone out there knowingly has it.
"Marie! Marie! Get your fat ass out of that bed. We can't afford for you to sleep at home when there is school to be gone to!" This was the daily speech my step-mom would give me. It got annoyingly monotonous. And it was somewhat sad, for I was the one that had to get up each morning, and I was the one that had to go to school, and I was the one that had to complete school to go to college. And I was the one that had to get a good paying job. And I was the one that had to support the family (when only one person living in that family was blood-related).
But of course, being stupid Marie, I would let the bitch step all over me and tell me what to do. I was too afraid of speaking up to her, or anyone else for that matter. The only person I ever did talk to was my twin brother, Mark.
Mark had an aura around him that made him very approachable and very likable. He was a very gentle person, and the only one who treated me like I was remotely human. But his grades suffered (like my emotional state), so I had to take all the weight of the family. While Mark was out partying with his buddies, I spent my nights hovering the advance calculus book, trying desperately to understand any of the formulas.
And when I wasn't studying, I sat in front of my computer. Ah, my beloved computer. I spent two years working odd jobs just to raise the money for this baby. It meant the world to me. I reprogrammed it so it would work to my liking. I created my website that had hopes of bringing others like my together. I had already created a couple disks that could help my fellow hackers.
Mark said I was in desperate need of a boyfriend. I would tell him that I already have one, then point to the computer. Mark would just shake his head, telling me that I was living in a fantasy world. Oh how right he was.
But what came before all this? Both Mark and I could not remember anything before our father died, when we were both two years old. Our birth mom died giving birth to us, and our parents had divorced right after mom found out she was pregnant. That seems so long ago, and for some reason, I felt it was much longer than I expected.
Twins are an interesting sort. Mark and I have always been best friend, but we were as different as night and day. Mark was social, while I enjoyed the company of a good book. Mark was skeptical, while weekly I would buy the tabloids and bask in any supernatural phenomena that might be afoot.
My questioning of Mark and my origin and the truth about the world started when I over heard a couple adults talking. They spoke like they knew something normal folks didn't. It was right after school, and I took my normal route through the backways and alleys to my apartment. I found a dumpster that had some interesting things in it, and me being Marie, I just had to scout inside and see if there was anything useful. While I was inside, two men and a woman walked down the alley and stopped right in front of the dumpster.
"This isn't going to work," one of the men complained.
"Yes it is, you have to believe," the other said to him. "Have you not learned how much there is to the world? You know that there are no limits; I've seen you push those limits even outside of the Matrix."
// Matrix?! I've heard of that! But from where? //
"But how are we going to find Artemis and Apollo? These are two people who probably don't even know their existence and powers. The agents could have erased their memories so they would forget all they knew and did beforehand."
"Have patience. We will find them, and soon all will be better. Trinity, let's get us out of here"
"Yes." Then "Trinity" took out a cell phone, and they walked away.
After ten minutes, I slowly made my way out of the top of the dumpster. I've heard of the Matrix before; I just couldn't remember from where. And Artemis? That was my screen name in a hacker chat room. I would visit this chat room many times and work on improving my computer, but also seeing what was going on in the world. And this is where I learned of the Matrix. I ran the rest of the way home, but shoulder bag hitting my thighs the whole way. My heart pounded with excitement, and because I was running. As soon as I got to the apartment door, I ran through, ignoring my step-mom and slamming my bedroom door behind me. This was too good to pass up.
I clicked the computer on and went straight to the site. There were a couple of people in the chat, but my online friend, Neo, was not on. So I just plopped on my bed and turned up my music. Every five minutes, I would look over my shoulder to see if Neo was on. If anyone would know about the Matrix, it had to be Neo. He was infamous in the chat room and a wonderful person to talk to. I eventually drifted off to sleep. After an hour or so, my computer beeped, waking me up.
Wake up Artemis. It's time. . .