What the -? Where the hell am I? I try to open my eyes but can't as they're
full of the contents of my pod. I sit up, and wiping the goo off my face;
pull off a mask. As I start coughing to clear my throat of the strange
jelly I have a terrible shock. I can see the metal.
Strange thick cold wires leading into the wall to which my seat is attached. I'm sitting in a little pod, surrounded by an orangey-pink slime, which I realise with a shock is the cause of the discolouration of my vision. The last piece of the jigsaw clicks into place. The Matrix is whatever world I have just come from, and this is another one. I've been lying in that pod all my life, my eyes open, staring up out of that goo, seeing that other world through it. I'm not supposed to see that colour, and that's why my connection is faulty. I understand!
As I check all over my body where I've seen the metal in the past, I have strange holes. The wires are attached to these plugs. I feel so cold where they are, as if I'm being drained of my energy. I'm so scared; I have no idea what is wanted of me. I look around. There are two towers in front of me; all covered in little pods the same colour as mine. I look left, and I see a row of pods stretching away around my tower, and I see the same again as I look right. Every single one has a person in it, all of different ages. As I look the old man in the pod to my left is unplugged by a spidery machine, and his body and the goo around him is drained away down a pipe in the tower. Another machine appears and places a baby in his place. More slime is pumped in until it cocoons around the child. I feel so sickened, staring at its naked form, full of unnatural wires, living an untrue life.
I brought back to my senses by the machine that brought the baby. It spots me sitting up, quietly observing everything that is going on. It scuttles over, and grabbing my neck, twists the wire attached to the back of my head. I cant breathe, it's claws are suffocating me. It's cold jaws clamp tighter and tighter as it works. The pain is unbearable. As I struggle with it to stay alive an image bursts into my mind.
"Follow that instinct and you will be free to find the truth."
I fall still, captivated by my vision, and the machine releases me. As I touch the back of my head I realise the wire has been removed. Almost instantly all the other wires in my body come loose and fall off. In one movement I launch myself forwards out of my pod.
I fall for what feels like an eternity, I have no idea where I will land.
With a surprise I crash into a pool full of slimy water and slowly begin to drown. I can't think properly, I don't have a clue what to do. My reptilian brain takes over. Sink or swim. Well I'll take swim. I've not come this far to die now. The struggle to reach dry land drains me of the last of my energy and I fall unconscious again.
Strange thick cold wires leading into the wall to which my seat is attached. I'm sitting in a little pod, surrounded by an orangey-pink slime, which I realise with a shock is the cause of the discolouration of my vision. The last piece of the jigsaw clicks into place. The Matrix is whatever world I have just come from, and this is another one. I've been lying in that pod all my life, my eyes open, staring up out of that goo, seeing that other world through it. I'm not supposed to see that colour, and that's why my connection is faulty. I understand!
As I check all over my body where I've seen the metal in the past, I have strange holes. The wires are attached to these plugs. I feel so cold where they are, as if I'm being drained of my energy. I'm so scared; I have no idea what is wanted of me. I look around. There are two towers in front of me; all covered in little pods the same colour as mine. I look left, and I see a row of pods stretching away around my tower, and I see the same again as I look right. Every single one has a person in it, all of different ages. As I look the old man in the pod to my left is unplugged by a spidery machine, and his body and the goo around him is drained away down a pipe in the tower. Another machine appears and places a baby in his place. More slime is pumped in until it cocoons around the child. I feel so sickened, staring at its naked form, full of unnatural wires, living an untrue life.
I brought back to my senses by the machine that brought the baby. It spots me sitting up, quietly observing everything that is going on. It scuttles over, and grabbing my neck, twists the wire attached to the back of my head. I cant breathe, it's claws are suffocating me. It's cold jaws clamp tighter and tighter as it works. The pain is unbearable. As I struggle with it to stay alive an image bursts into my mind.
"Follow that instinct and you will be free to find the truth."
I fall still, captivated by my vision, and the machine releases me. As I touch the back of my head I realise the wire has been removed. Almost instantly all the other wires in my body come loose and fall off. In one movement I launch myself forwards out of my pod.
I fall for what feels like an eternity, I have no idea where I will land.
With a surprise I crash into a pool full of slimy water and slowly begin to drown. I can't think properly, I don't have a clue what to do. My reptilian brain takes over. Sink or swim. Well I'll take swim. I've not come this far to die now. The struggle to reach dry land drains me of the last of my energy and I fall unconscious again.