CHAPTER TWO
(seriously irritated)
This isn't my old life, Neo thought. The Architect didn't tell me that I wouldn't have my old life back.
Then he blinked, confused. What was he thinking? He didn't know any architects. And this life had been his life as far back as he could remember.
Neo sat up in his bed. Why wasn't anyone beside him? Trinity . . .
He frowned. Who was Trinity? And why would anyone be beside him on the bed? He didn't have a girlfriend, and he disliked one-night stands.
He looked around his room. White floor. Wooden floor. Two windows. A television. A blue bed. A cabinet. A table. A few chairs.
But what caught his attention most was the computer. It was turned off, but Neo could almost see infinite strings of green computer data trailing down the black screen.
Neo shook his head, trying to clear it. Computer data? He knew how to type a document and print it. He knew how to make a PowerPoint presentation. He could navigate the Internet fairly well. He had mastered more than a few computer games. But that was pretty much it.
He laughed at himself. Poor Neo, searching for his 'old' life, hunting for someone beside him on the bed, pretending that he was a computer genius.
He stood up and stretched, still smiling. Then he started to head for the bathroom.
Where is the bathroom? Neo thought, halting in mid-step.
The small door just beside the door to this room, he answered himself. His smile disappeared.
What was WRONG with him today?
* * *
Trinity opened her eyes and sat up abruptly, her arms tensed in front of her in a pose of self-defense.
She thought to herself, Where am I?
Her next thought was, Have I been attacked?
Then Trinity rolled her eyes at herself. Sometimes she could be such a dweeb. She was in her room, and no one was attacking her. "So you can drop the karate now," she said aloud to herself, shaking her head at the ridiculous way she had woken up.
She heaved herself up on her elbows and took in the room. The furnishings were unfamiliar, although suited to her tastes. Matching curtains and bedspread, a carpet and wallpaper, a television and a computer -
She stared intently at the computer. I wish Neo was here, she thought.
All right, snap out of it! she scolded herself mentally. Why would the furnishings be unfamiliar? She had picked them out herself. And who the bloody hell was Neo?
Trinity swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and stood up. Maybe I'll have breakfast, she thought, yawning. She rubbed her eyes and left the room.
She stopped. Where did she eat her breakfast?
Go downstairs, then turn right to get to the kitchen, she answered herself. She scowled.
What was WRONG with her today?
* * *
Neo was unaware of it, but he had been wrong. The Architect hadn't placed him and Trinity on opposite ends of the globe. In fact, in the Matrix, they were only a train ride away from each other.
But neither of them knew that - or each other.
For the rest of the day, both Trinity and Neo were seriously irritated with themselves for forgetting the most basic things about their life, and conjuring up strange memories that had no basis whatsoever.
Neo thought Zion was a fantasy place he had read about in his childhood.
Trinity thought Zion was a tiny village in some godforsaken corner of the globe that someone she knew had visited.
By the next day, the confusion of their deportation to the Matrix had worn off. Not knowing that their real bodies lay unmoving in the real world, they went about with their 'daily' lives.
Somewhere in Zion, Morpheus was raising hell, cussing up a storm, and sending out troops to look for Neo and Trinity.
So far, he had had no luck.
(seriously irritated)
This isn't my old life, Neo thought. The Architect didn't tell me that I wouldn't have my old life back.
Then he blinked, confused. What was he thinking? He didn't know any architects. And this life had been his life as far back as he could remember.
Neo sat up in his bed. Why wasn't anyone beside him? Trinity . . .
He frowned. Who was Trinity? And why would anyone be beside him on the bed? He didn't have a girlfriend, and he disliked one-night stands.
He looked around his room. White floor. Wooden floor. Two windows. A television. A blue bed. A cabinet. A table. A few chairs.
But what caught his attention most was the computer. It was turned off, but Neo could almost see infinite strings of green computer data trailing down the black screen.
Neo shook his head, trying to clear it. Computer data? He knew how to type a document and print it. He knew how to make a PowerPoint presentation. He could navigate the Internet fairly well. He had mastered more than a few computer games. But that was pretty much it.
He laughed at himself. Poor Neo, searching for his 'old' life, hunting for someone beside him on the bed, pretending that he was a computer genius.
He stood up and stretched, still smiling. Then he started to head for the bathroom.
Where is the bathroom? Neo thought, halting in mid-step.
The small door just beside the door to this room, he answered himself. His smile disappeared.
What was WRONG with him today?
* * *
Trinity opened her eyes and sat up abruptly, her arms tensed in front of her in a pose of self-defense.
She thought to herself, Where am I?
Her next thought was, Have I been attacked?
Then Trinity rolled her eyes at herself. Sometimes she could be such a dweeb. She was in her room, and no one was attacking her. "So you can drop the karate now," she said aloud to herself, shaking her head at the ridiculous way she had woken up.
She heaved herself up on her elbows and took in the room. The furnishings were unfamiliar, although suited to her tastes. Matching curtains and bedspread, a carpet and wallpaper, a television and a computer -
She stared intently at the computer. I wish Neo was here, she thought.
All right, snap out of it! she scolded herself mentally. Why would the furnishings be unfamiliar? She had picked them out herself. And who the bloody hell was Neo?
Trinity swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and stood up. Maybe I'll have breakfast, she thought, yawning. She rubbed her eyes and left the room.
She stopped. Where did she eat her breakfast?
Go downstairs, then turn right to get to the kitchen, she answered herself. She scowled.
What was WRONG with her today?
* * *
Neo was unaware of it, but he had been wrong. The Architect hadn't placed him and Trinity on opposite ends of the globe. In fact, in the Matrix, they were only a train ride away from each other.
But neither of them knew that - or each other.
For the rest of the day, both Trinity and Neo were seriously irritated with themselves for forgetting the most basic things about their life, and conjuring up strange memories that had no basis whatsoever.
Neo thought Zion was a fantasy place he had read about in his childhood.
Trinity thought Zion was a tiny village in some godforsaken corner of the globe that someone she knew had visited.
By the next day, the confusion of their deportation to the Matrix had worn off. Not knowing that their real bodies lay unmoving in the real world, they went about with their 'daily' lives.
Somewhere in Zion, Morpheus was raising hell, cussing up a storm, and sending out troops to look for Neo and Trinity.
So far, he had had no luck.