Introduction
He walked down the street, on the sidewalk.
He looked down at his feet and watched as each step met the concrete, dosing in and out of reality. His mental state
was not pretty on account of several things, from girlfriend to parent problems, not excluding grades from school.
His life was directed no where, which was easily reflected on this meaningless trip.
Where was he going? He was going forward and not looking back. It was at this point, when he realized what he wanted
to think all of these years, and thought it, that he looked up.
Where he looked attracted his attention without effort. The sight was simply this: A light was cast into an
alleyway, which lit up one of the walls. At the exact moment he looked in that direction, a part of the wall sparked
and contorted as if it was about to melt.
The only problem was, it didn't, and the contortion only happened for a split second.
It was easily described as this: The piece of the wall of the alley flickered and spun, and it happened in the blink
of an eye. This was no ordinary sight. Oh no, of course it wasn't. It was like a glitch in a computer game, only it
happened in the real world.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, softly.
I must be imagining things, he thought to himself, but his body was drawn to further investigate.
He wandered off of the sidewalk and into the alleyway, rubbing the piece of the wall that had gone out of wack.
It was nothing. It was a wall.
He smirked and chuckled to himself, ready to turn back to the sidewalk and wander back into his foolish life when he
heard a voice in the distance. This grabbed his attention more than the contortion, strangely enough. He wanted to
know why it excited him. After all, it was merely a voice. It could be a hobo talking to himself, for all Matthew
knew, but that didn't stop his soul from forcefully pulling him toward the voice.
As he got closer, he began to hear the conversation.
"- the Matrix? That is no question that can be answered with words. It is simply something you have to find out on
your own."
By the end of that sentence, Matt found himself inside an old building that had been abandoned for years, by
impression. They were in a room and Matt was in the hallway, downstairs. He sat, up against the wall, eager to hear
what they were saying.
"So now you have to make a choice. On one hand you have the red pill, which will lead you to the truth. You can
discover everything you've been looking for. You will understand what the Matrix really is. On the second hand, you
have the blue pill, which will take you back to your normal life. You'll wake up from this dream and go back on
being what you are now. So what is it?"
This was the last sentence Matt remembered before everything went black. It seemed like an instant, but his eyes
reopened and he was back in that alley again, on the floor. His arm was severely gashed and he was bleeding a gallon
at a time.
He was lucky enough to be discovered. Yes, Matt survived this strange event, but he couldn't put his finger on what
happened. He realized the truth, later, when he had a conversation with one of the nurses at the hospital. In that
very same house, at the very same time he blacked out, the people who were speaking were killed.
He walked down the street, on the sidewalk.
He looked down at his feet and watched as each step met the concrete, dosing in and out of reality. His mental state
was not pretty on account of several things, from girlfriend to parent problems, not excluding grades from school.
His life was directed no where, which was easily reflected on this meaningless trip.
Where was he going? He was going forward and not looking back. It was at this point, when he realized what he wanted
to think all of these years, and thought it, that he looked up.
Where he looked attracted his attention without effort. The sight was simply this: A light was cast into an
alleyway, which lit up one of the walls. At the exact moment he looked in that direction, a part of the wall sparked
and contorted as if it was about to melt.
The only problem was, it didn't, and the contortion only happened for a split second.
It was easily described as this: The piece of the wall of the alley flickered and spun, and it happened in the blink
of an eye. This was no ordinary sight. Oh no, of course it wasn't. It was like a glitch in a computer game, only it
happened in the real world.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, softly.
I must be imagining things, he thought to himself, but his body was drawn to further investigate.
He wandered off of the sidewalk and into the alleyway, rubbing the piece of the wall that had gone out of wack.
It was nothing. It was a wall.
He smirked and chuckled to himself, ready to turn back to the sidewalk and wander back into his foolish life when he
heard a voice in the distance. This grabbed his attention more than the contortion, strangely enough. He wanted to
know why it excited him. After all, it was merely a voice. It could be a hobo talking to himself, for all Matthew
knew, but that didn't stop his soul from forcefully pulling him toward the voice.
As he got closer, he began to hear the conversation.
"- the Matrix? That is no question that can be answered with words. It is simply something you have to find out on
your own."
By the end of that sentence, Matt found himself inside an old building that had been abandoned for years, by
impression. They were in a room and Matt was in the hallway, downstairs. He sat, up against the wall, eager to hear
what they were saying.
"So now you have to make a choice. On one hand you have the red pill, which will lead you to the truth. You can
discover everything you've been looking for. You will understand what the Matrix really is. On the second hand, you
have the blue pill, which will take you back to your normal life. You'll wake up from this dream and go back on
being what you are now. So what is it?"
This was the last sentence Matt remembered before everything went black. It seemed like an instant, but his eyes
reopened and he was back in that alley again, on the floor. His arm was severely gashed and he was bleeding a gallon
at a time.
He was lucky enough to be discovered. Yes, Matt survived this strange event, but he couldn't put his finger on what
happened. He realized the truth, later, when he had a conversation with one of the nurses at the hospital. In that
very same house, at the very same time he blacked out, the people who were speaking were killed.