(Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to the WB, and Matrix
franchise.)
Predictable Meeting.
Understanding is easy. Acceptance is the hard part. I'm a 14 year old teen named Simon. I live in a small community up north. I woke up on a Saturday afternoon after pulling an all-nighter. I'm a computer hacker and I just wrote a new program that can get through any firewall. I've had an offer for my "Water-Drill" for $250,000 to a man named Morpheus. So I sit in my room wondering if I should sell it.
"I need to figure out if he could get more money for me."
I went online to try to find him. I looked at the usually places, chat rooms, message boards, and ALT groups. How did I find him before?
"I finally finished me "Drill" I said. I turned around in my chair and looked outside from my room. I saw a woman on a motorbike talking on a cell phone dressed in leather. Pretty hot. I turned around to face my computer screen, only to be greeted by a black screen with 3 numbers on it. 9-3-4.
"The hell." I said.
A message appeared underneath it; CALL IT ON A MOBLE PHONE
"This is seriously messed up." I said. I got up and called on my cell. It dialed this weird tone like a computer modem signal. Someone answered.
"Good evening. I'll be brief. I need your programs. They are a great addition for my cause."
"And what is your cause?" I asked.
"Freedom. Go to the town park and go to the back of the park. Head up the path to the house. Knock 9 times on the door. If you don't trust me, bring a gun then."
"Alright. What is your alias?" I asked.
"Morpheus." He said. He hung up.
I guess he found me. It was hopeless to find him. I went to the house. I knocked.9 times? 8? It was 9. A woman in leather answered the door.
"Please come this way." She said. She lead me to a room with a big old wood door.
"Enter it." She said. So I did. There was a big black man there sitting in an old chair.
"Welcome."
Predictable Meeting.
Understanding is easy. Acceptance is the hard part. I'm a 14 year old teen named Simon. I live in a small community up north. I woke up on a Saturday afternoon after pulling an all-nighter. I'm a computer hacker and I just wrote a new program that can get through any firewall. I've had an offer for my "Water-Drill" for $250,000 to a man named Morpheus. So I sit in my room wondering if I should sell it.
"I need to figure out if he could get more money for me."
I went online to try to find him. I looked at the usually places, chat rooms, message boards, and ALT groups. How did I find him before?
"I finally finished me "Drill" I said. I turned around in my chair and looked outside from my room. I saw a woman on a motorbike talking on a cell phone dressed in leather. Pretty hot. I turned around to face my computer screen, only to be greeted by a black screen with 3 numbers on it. 9-3-4.
"The hell." I said.
A message appeared underneath it; CALL IT ON A MOBLE PHONE
"This is seriously messed up." I said. I got up and called on my cell. It dialed this weird tone like a computer modem signal. Someone answered.
"Good evening. I'll be brief. I need your programs. They are a great addition for my cause."
"And what is your cause?" I asked.
"Freedom. Go to the town park and go to the back of the park. Head up the path to the house. Knock 9 times on the door. If you don't trust me, bring a gun then."
"Alright. What is your alias?" I asked.
"Morpheus." He said. He hung up.
I guess he found me. It was hopeless to find him. I went to the house. I knocked.9 times? 8? It was 9. A woman in leather answered the door.
"Please come this way." She said. She lead me to a room with a big old wood door.
"Enter it." She said. So I did. There was a big black man there sitting in an old chair.
"Welcome."