First off, I would like to say that I love the concept of the Matrix and
hope that you enjoy the way I like to convey my love!The story takes place
just before Neo was found. R&R!
Chapter 1:Beginning
Dear diary,
Today I FINALLY got my shit-old computer working!!
Umm...that's all! I'm sooo farckin' happy, diary!
Your lord and master,
Chet B. "Terminal" "Ahhh...strike 1 day for the chetboy! Terminal hacker has done it again, lived another day!" Chet closed his diary and shoved it under his mattress. His room, an attic converted to his own little haven, was his sanctuary, away from all the noise of his arguing parents downstairs. Computer parts (mostly cables and wires) lay around the room with the occaisional floppy. Chet had been working on the old box for almost all day. Oh yeah. Chet's a geek. He pulled the sheets up and did'nt even bother to take hes shoes off. "Pillow, I apologize in advance for my drool as I float off into blissful, sweet, slumbe....r....r....." "FIRST OF ALL, I SAID THAT HE BELONGED TO ME AND THAT CHET IS TO STA..." Chet let out a heavy sigh. "If they don't get a divorce, I'm joining fuckin Barnum and Bailey. This had gone on for, like,um.......too long! It's a miracle that they even had me! Why would they even consider....doing...that...and why would they postpone divorce for this long? Why am I talking to a stupid pillow?! Shit, life is quizzical!" Chet sandwiched his head between two pillows and drifted off into quiet, succulent slumber...
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* wrrrrrrrvv
Chet awoke to the startup sounds of his computer.
"Oh the humanity! Why do I spend a day fixing this thing if all it does is wake me up!?" Chet walked over and, with a flair like a master swordsman, shut the computer off. "I hate Mondays and talk to pillows, oh yeah! Call me Chet, Pillow whisperer!" Chet jogged downstairs, got 6 pop-tarts and a RedBull, grabbed his laptop bag and headed for the torture known as High School. Because school was only 2 miles away, he would skateboard to school, even though he really sucked and hardly could stand. "One day, I swear I'm gonna get this...O.K., I just have to TRY to avoid him today." The "him" he was referring to was a hyper fourth-grader who walked to school with Chet and always wanted Chet to carry his bags for him. "Oh man, he's gaining!! AHHH! Woo hoo!" "Hey Chetty! Come back! I have my proje...." Sir hyper's voice trailed off as Chet got the upper hand on a hill. Chet was going to school...
*RIIIING* *RIIIIING* The 5-minute bell sounded as Chet got his books out of his locker. "Hey Chet! You want your friends to get worried or what? Come on!" Evan, one of chet's geeky friends, met him enthusiastically in the hall. " You are so late! You ok or what? You know that I get worried, shit-for- brains! Come on, we have to meet up with the rejects before class. You bein a fucker, or what?" Because Chet was ALWAYS on time and proper, Evan got stupid about every little detail. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I'm gonna go to biology and work on my review guide, k? You can j...." His voice trailed off as he heard a voice, one that he had'nt heard before..."The matrix has you..." "Um, talk to you later Ev. I gotta go." Scared by this "voice" he hurriedly scrambled into the room. "Hey Mr.Z. I just gotta finish my review..." "Well "Terminal", we have rules for a reason. Being on time IS a rule and we have to follow that rule. Is that clear?" "Yes Z..." He flipped the top of his powerbook and started Word. What he saw next amazed him...
Chapter 1:Beginning
Dear diary,
Today I FINALLY got my shit-old computer working!!
Umm...that's all! I'm sooo farckin' happy, diary!
Your lord and master,
Chet B. "Terminal" "Ahhh...strike 1 day for the chetboy! Terminal hacker has done it again, lived another day!" Chet closed his diary and shoved it under his mattress. His room, an attic converted to his own little haven, was his sanctuary, away from all the noise of his arguing parents downstairs. Computer parts (mostly cables and wires) lay around the room with the occaisional floppy. Chet had been working on the old box for almost all day. Oh yeah. Chet's a geek. He pulled the sheets up and did'nt even bother to take hes shoes off. "Pillow, I apologize in advance for my drool as I float off into blissful, sweet, slumbe....r....r....." "FIRST OF ALL, I SAID THAT HE BELONGED TO ME AND THAT CHET IS TO STA..." Chet let out a heavy sigh. "If they don't get a divorce, I'm joining fuckin Barnum and Bailey. This had gone on for, like,um.......too long! It's a miracle that they even had me! Why would they even consider....doing...that...and why would they postpone divorce for this long? Why am I talking to a stupid pillow?! Shit, life is quizzical!" Chet sandwiched his head between two pillows and drifted off into quiet, succulent slumber...
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* wrrrrrrrvv
Chet awoke to the startup sounds of his computer.
"Oh the humanity! Why do I spend a day fixing this thing if all it does is wake me up!?" Chet walked over and, with a flair like a master swordsman, shut the computer off. "I hate Mondays and talk to pillows, oh yeah! Call me Chet, Pillow whisperer!" Chet jogged downstairs, got 6 pop-tarts and a RedBull, grabbed his laptop bag and headed for the torture known as High School. Because school was only 2 miles away, he would skateboard to school, even though he really sucked and hardly could stand. "One day, I swear I'm gonna get this...O.K., I just have to TRY to avoid him today." The "him" he was referring to was a hyper fourth-grader who walked to school with Chet and always wanted Chet to carry his bags for him. "Oh man, he's gaining!! AHHH! Woo hoo!" "Hey Chetty! Come back! I have my proje...." Sir hyper's voice trailed off as Chet got the upper hand on a hill. Chet was going to school...
*RIIIING* *RIIIIING* The 5-minute bell sounded as Chet got his books out of his locker. "Hey Chet! You want your friends to get worried or what? Come on!" Evan, one of chet's geeky friends, met him enthusiastically in the hall. " You are so late! You ok or what? You know that I get worried, shit-for- brains! Come on, we have to meet up with the rejects before class. You bein a fucker, or what?" Because Chet was ALWAYS on time and proper, Evan got stupid about every little detail. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I'm gonna go to biology and work on my review guide, k? You can j...." His voice trailed off as he heard a voice, one that he had'nt heard before..."The matrix has you..." "Um, talk to you later Ev. I gotta go." Scared by this "voice" he hurriedly scrambled into the room. "Hey Mr.Z. I just gotta finish my review..." "Well "Terminal", we have rules for a reason. Being on time IS a rule and we have to follow that rule. Is that clear?" "Yes Z..." He flipped the top of his powerbook and started Word. What he saw next amazed him...
