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Centaur -Your Trinity fic is amazing. I'm really glad you like Objects In The Mirror so far.

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Update as promised,

Morithil.

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THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

This all feels like a dream.

I've found Morpheus. The person I've been looking for all this time, and yet I can't stop thinking about someone else.

Her. Trinity.

The Trinity. The hacker who cracked the IRSD base. Jesus, I'd said then, in that club with the throbbing music and the blinding contrast between the dark shadows and the garish strobe lighting.

Not unlike her, the pale white skin of her neck and shoulders milky against the black PVC corset she'd been wearing. She was the one on my computer that night. I still have no idea how she did that. I'm not sure I want to find out, in case it makes the rest of these crazy events even more fantastic than they already are.

She's beautiful. It's becoming hard not to look at her. Her face is so striking and those eyes are so clear. She's notorious in our circles. Something of a legend.

The Trinity.

I just thought she was a guy, that's all. And now she probably thinks I'm just like all the other guys, assuming that because Trinity the hacker did some pretty amazing work, that Trinity the person is a guy.

Yet I don't feel like all the other guys right now.

This-day, these last few hours, minutes have become surreal. I don't know what to expect, I just allowed myself to be led to this chair. There are computers, connections to the internet set up in this dark, decaying room.

Morpheus said the pill was part of a trace programme. I know the definition of those words, but put together and used in that context I can't figure out what they mean. Trinity begins attaches these wires to me which end in sticky, circular pads. She looks like someone who knows what she's doing and it calmed me down, if only a little.

"You did all this?"

"Mm-hm".

She was being modest.

Morpheus is talking to me again. Something about dreams that seem convincingly real. I'm not sure if it's okay to quote him, but I know exactly what he means. The man he called Apoc glanced over the tops of the monitors he'd been studying, and looked at me. Briefly, but enough to make me even more uncomfortable.

What is happening?

Something distracts me from the closeness of her leaning over me, and I realise that she's standing a small distance away.

Then, it's as if something, some small voice called my name.

I glanced at the mirror. I could've sworn it moved. There, there it was again, the cracks fusing together and suddenly the broken panes are perfect and flawless again.

I reached out nervously. I was curious.

The glass stretched at my touch, coating the tops of my fingers. I could hear Morpheus' voice but the liquid glass kept moving and travelling further up my arm. God, but its cold. So cold. The hairs on my skin are rising at the icy wave. Its getting closer, getting closer to my neck. There are voices, people in the room are saying things but I can't make out the words.

What's happening to me? Trinity where are you, what's happening to me what-

Oh God its so cold - its going to spill inside me, it's rising up my face and going for my throat I can't help it I'm opening my mouth to scream and it slips right in-

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I've woken up in hell.

There are cables. Thick, black, ringed cables jutting out of my body in some sort of pattern. There's this horrible pink, jelly like substance all around me. I have to get out of here, wherever here is.

I can't breathe. There's something closing my nostrils and reaching down my throat.

That's it. Push upwards. Please let me out-

I breach the surface and the air is cold. I've got to get these-these things out of me. The one in my nose is first. Pulling it out makes me want to vomit and my stomach obeys my wish. God, where am I?

What is that? That strange feeling in the back of my head? What-

I shouldn't have reached behind and felt it. I felt the cable end in the base of my skull, fixed into some metal bolt or node or something, I don't know what it was.

I looked around and for the second time I think I've woken up in hell.

There are thousands of-no, millions of other people, lying in the same pod-like chambers as I am, as if they're sleeping. No, as if they're dead.

That alien looking machine drones up to me suddenly and grabs me round my neck. I struggle but its made of metal (is that possible? It hovers like a giant bee) and its grip is so tight I can't do anything. The cables pop out of my body and I feel myself going limp as a rag doll, letting my eyes roll back into my head as I'm washed away, away out of this dark place and into a sea of water and numbness.

Make it go away, make it go away.

That's when the crane reaches down and lifts me slowly up towards a rectangle of light. My eyes hurt. I can't move.

This feels like a dream.

I want to wake up.