Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix, but I did create Surge.
CHAPTER 5: Power Surge
Surge sat at his desk looking at his computer. Those weird e-mails had come again. He blinked his eyes and clicked on the first message. "Surge," it said. "The Matrix has you. We need you. Turn off all your lights and close your blinds. Lock your doors. They are watching you."
Surge thought, 'Jesus, why are they telling me to do this?' But he turned off all his lights, locked his door and closed the blinds. Suddenly, a new message appeared on the screen. It said 'Now.' He clicked on it and almost instantly the lights came on in his house. It was almost blinding, until the apartment was washed in complete darkness: a fuse had blown.
"Damn!" Surge pounded fist into his chair and felt around his room for a flashlight. Why did he have to live in such a crappy apartment. His landlady insisted that he come home before two am, or else she wouldn't let him into the building. He couldn't smoke in the building because it might smell. Not that his apartment didn't smell like something awful anyway. Surge really needed a smoke. He remembered that he had put his lighter in his coat pocket and he felt his way to the coat rack. Suddenly, a blue light came on in the room. He turned around, and saw that it was coming from his computer. He walked to his desk and sat down. Absentmindedly, he flipped the switch on his desk lamp, but it didn't come on. The power didn't work. Except for his computer. There was a single message on the screen. He clicked on it and read the six words that sent a chill up his spine:
"We're coming to get you out."
CHAPTER 5: Power Surge
Surge sat at his desk looking at his computer. Those weird e-mails had come again. He blinked his eyes and clicked on the first message. "Surge," it said. "The Matrix has you. We need you. Turn off all your lights and close your blinds. Lock your doors. They are watching you."
Surge thought, 'Jesus, why are they telling me to do this?' But he turned off all his lights, locked his door and closed the blinds. Suddenly, a new message appeared on the screen. It said 'Now.' He clicked on it and almost instantly the lights came on in his house. It was almost blinding, until the apartment was washed in complete darkness: a fuse had blown.
"Damn!" Surge pounded fist into his chair and felt around his room for a flashlight. Why did he have to live in such a crappy apartment. His landlady insisted that he come home before two am, or else she wouldn't let him into the building. He couldn't smoke in the building because it might smell. Not that his apartment didn't smell like something awful anyway. Surge really needed a smoke. He remembered that he had put his lighter in his coat pocket and he felt his way to the coat rack. Suddenly, a blue light came on in the room. He turned around, and saw that it was coming from his computer. He walked to his desk and sat down. Absentmindedly, he flipped the switch on his desk lamp, but it didn't come on. The power didn't work. Except for his computer. There was a single message on the screen. He clicked on it and read the six words that sent a chill up his spine:
"We're coming to get you out."