Fingers flying across a keyboard. I barely noticed Neo behind me, watching what I was doing. Fingers flying over the keyboard still. Compelled to glance up. Oh shit, really bad idea. There goes my programming for the rest of the day. The new girl, right in front of me. She's looking right at me with those intense ice blue eyes, but she can't see me as clearly as I can see her, because of all the bars and consoles between us. Which is definitely a good thing. Not sure how she'd feel about seeing my raging hard-on, brought on by the mere sight of her.
Her name's Artemis. Greek moon goddess. But her name in the Matrix was Ciara. She's got blonde hair, although I know she hates it. She's told me she wants back the blonde, black, and blue deal she had in the Matrix. I think she's beautiful as is. Even skinny and fatless as she is, she's got the best human body in the real world, and she's a vision of perfection inside the Matrix. Perfectly curving waist and hips, and perfectly sized and shaped breasts. Full pink lips, like a ripe strawberry (or what I think of as a strawberry. For all I know, the computers screwed up, and what were strawberries in the real world are broccoli in the Matrix), ready to be plucked and eaten. Perfectly proportioned everything, from her teeth to her legs. She's about 5'1, two inches shorter than me. She's the only other one in my age bracket. Which would suggest that this isn't attraction, it's lack of options. But no, lack of options would not be this intense, not nearly. And besides, if she isn't actually that attractive, why have I caught Neo, Tank, Dozer, and even Morpheus, the ever-cold-and-emotionless-Morpheus, looking at her the way I do? Jesus. Okay, got to calm down. But she's so fucking hot. Fucking..heehee...oh my perverted mind. Shit, she's sixteen years old. And I'm seventeen. Only a year age difference. Not enough to matter to anyone. She was only fourteen when she was unplugged. She had been searching for Morpheus since she was ten, it's told, but he wouldn't contact her. Then she hacked into a project of his, targeted at finding new minds ready to be unplugged. It served a double purpose. It proved she was ready beyond her years, and it gave him no choice but to bring her into the real world. I mean, you're busy trying to get new recruits, then along comes this fourteen-year-old kid fucking with your programs, refusing to be ignored, what choice do you have but to unplug her?
Makes me think of my own past. I was only sixteen. Sometimes I get kinda bitter that she was so much younger when she was unplugged. I had known about Morpheus since I was eleven, and known about the Matrix even longer. I had it basically figured out about the real world when Morpheus decided to just get it over with and unplug me. But hey, it didn't really matter. We were free, and we were thankful, for miserable autonomy is better than blissful, ignorant slavery.
Ew.
Philosopher moment.
Anyways.
I go back to my computer console, trying to ignore the fact that Neo is smirking like the Cheshire cat. If I allow myself to think about it, I might have to hurt him.
Her name's Artemis. Greek moon goddess. But her name in the Matrix was Ciara. She's got blonde hair, although I know she hates it. She's told me she wants back the blonde, black, and blue deal she had in the Matrix. I think she's beautiful as is. Even skinny and fatless as she is, she's got the best human body in the real world, and she's a vision of perfection inside the Matrix. Perfectly curving waist and hips, and perfectly sized and shaped breasts. Full pink lips, like a ripe strawberry (or what I think of as a strawberry. For all I know, the computers screwed up, and what were strawberries in the real world are broccoli in the Matrix), ready to be plucked and eaten. Perfectly proportioned everything, from her teeth to her legs. She's about 5'1, two inches shorter than me. She's the only other one in my age bracket. Which would suggest that this isn't attraction, it's lack of options. But no, lack of options would not be this intense, not nearly. And besides, if she isn't actually that attractive, why have I caught Neo, Tank, Dozer, and even Morpheus, the ever-cold-and-emotionless-Morpheus, looking at her the way I do? Jesus. Okay, got to calm down. But she's so fucking hot. Fucking..heehee...oh my perverted mind. Shit, she's sixteen years old. And I'm seventeen. Only a year age difference. Not enough to matter to anyone. She was only fourteen when she was unplugged. She had been searching for Morpheus since she was ten, it's told, but he wouldn't contact her. Then she hacked into a project of his, targeted at finding new minds ready to be unplugged. It served a double purpose. It proved she was ready beyond her years, and it gave him no choice but to bring her into the real world. I mean, you're busy trying to get new recruits, then along comes this fourteen-year-old kid fucking with your programs, refusing to be ignored, what choice do you have but to unplug her?
Makes me think of my own past. I was only sixteen. Sometimes I get kinda bitter that she was so much younger when she was unplugged. I had known about Morpheus since I was eleven, and known about the Matrix even longer. I had it basically figured out about the real world when Morpheus decided to just get it over with and unplug me. But hey, it didn't really matter. We were free, and we were thankful, for miserable autonomy is better than blissful, ignorant slavery.
Ew.
Philosopher moment.
Anyways.
I go back to my computer console, trying to ignore the fact that Neo is smirking like the Cheshire cat. If I allow myself to think about it, I might have to hurt him.