I do a job where I have to walk along a crowded street, and smile at whatever new trainee Morpheus brings along. I believe my custom-made "dazzling" looks are supposed to distract them. Now, being a blonde, I know that all that "blondes have more fun" crap is not true: not all men like blondes, and dismiss us as bimbos without a second glance.
That latest chap, I think he's called Neo, he's kinda cute, he was also one of the most responsive ever. Most trainees are too bemused by the Matrix to look at me, and if they do they're always pulled away by Morpheus, who spoils everything. So it's just walk past, smile, flap my eyelashes at whoever's next.
Also, I have to wear the same dress day in, day out. My computer-generated schedule means I never have time to get it cleaned. This means it always ends up with computer-generated grime on it. Why couldn't I have been designed by a woman, instead of some randy young male? Only a woman knows what it's like, being a woman! That idiot who designed me gave me heels which are so high that they're difficult to walk in, so I had to have extra training to move gracefully.
Mind you, there is one advantage of being designed by an ignorant male. He forgot to make me have PMT! (Sorry, PMS. Ignorant male thoughts programmed into me.)
But he didn't even give me a name! To this day I am merely known as "The Woman in the Red Dress", or "The Woman in Red". I once had to give my autograph to my designer (or was it his friend?). What could I write, other than "The Woman in Red"?? Couldn't I at least have a white rabbit tattooed on my shoulder?
I wish I could get behind the scenes. I understand that they wear black and white clothing all the time there, at least my redness would have some effect there. I might get to know Neo better. I might also get even with whoever designed me.
And finally, I've been told to repeat this to myself, even though it makes no sense to me:
Why oh why didn't a Mouse take the blue pill?????
That latest chap, I think he's called Neo, he's kinda cute, he was also one of the most responsive ever. Most trainees are too bemused by the Matrix to look at me, and if they do they're always pulled away by Morpheus, who spoils everything. So it's just walk past, smile, flap my eyelashes at whoever's next.
Also, I have to wear the same dress day in, day out. My computer-generated schedule means I never have time to get it cleaned. This means it always ends up with computer-generated grime on it. Why couldn't I have been designed by a woman, instead of some randy young male? Only a woman knows what it's like, being a woman! That idiot who designed me gave me heels which are so high that they're difficult to walk in, so I had to have extra training to move gracefully.
Mind you, there is one advantage of being designed by an ignorant male. He forgot to make me have PMT! (Sorry, PMS. Ignorant male thoughts programmed into me.)
But he didn't even give me a name! To this day I am merely known as "The Woman in the Red Dress", or "The Woman in Red". I once had to give my autograph to my designer (or was it his friend?). What could I write, other than "The Woman in Red"?? Couldn't I at least have a white rabbit tattooed on my shoulder?
I wish I could get behind the scenes. I understand that they wear black and white clothing all the time there, at least my redness would have some effect there. I might get to know Neo better. I might also get even with whoever designed me.
And finally, I've been told to repeat this to myself, even though it makes no sense to me:
Why oh why didn't a Mouse take the blue pill?????