I watched him from the very start, determined to find flaws in this man,
this...this coppertop. I needed to find flaws that would render him unable to
be exactly who Morpheus claimed him to be. Simple. Standard procedures.
Like hell it was.
Trinity. Square eyes. Hacker. Obsessed.
As it would be, there was nothing to Neo that I didn't find intriguing. His
eating cycle of cereal, cereal...and more cereal, the never fading stubble,
his little naps in front of the monitor, those sad eyes. My watches over
him became more and more regular, until the crew came to expect that Neo
Watch be always given to one person. I felt like a lifeguard, his apartment
was my turf.
"You like him". Cypher drawled to me one time. Sneaky bastard. But he was
right.
I hated that he was right.
* * * *
I can remember our first contact. Dujour's inked rabbit compelled him to
follow, a village boy following the trail of unanswered questions to the
witches house. He had found nothing but a free beer.
The music pulsated through my head and my feet, twitching in their steel-
toed boots. More noise than I'd heard in a long time, more people than I
was used to having near me. It wasn't hard to find him though, the only
person in the room wearing more than one shade of the colour spectrum. Like
a Toyota in a rodeo of Ford Model T's. Not to mention the fact that I'd
just spent the last 3 hours watching him.
I had to pause and catch my breath, which had mysteriously vanished from my
lungs. Inhale for four, hold for eight, exhale for twelve. I wish I had
time to download a crash course in meditation.
This was him. The thief of dreamless nights and a appetite. Of a normal
body temperature.
Steady on, Trinity.
The 'It' guy. The only topic of conversation for the last three weeks.
I said, steady on!
I closed my lids on his image and dug deep within to find the cool
detachment I needed to be able to approach him. My soul armour. With it, I
was unstoppable. An untouchable trained to speak without the tinge of fear.
Without the complications of emotion. But for some reason, my armour wasn't
working. It appeared to be permeable...weakened by the thumping of my heart,
valves opening and closing furiously to supply the much needed oxygen. Lub
dub, lub dub. Like a techno baseline my heart thumped to the firing of my
nerve impulses, creating the biological symphony of my unsettled body.
Would I be able to approach him?
Adrenaline flowed through my veins as smoothly as the low croon of a
clarinet.
Yes. Yes, I would.
And I did.
I was unplugged that night with clenched fists. With an ache in my jaw that
told me I'd been grinding my teeth again. I carried the tension into my
sleep, my empty stomach curled against the knees. I woke up hours later,
sweaty, the knees making a braid of the sheets between them. He had been
there and I had been there. At that club, and we were so sweaty. We were
both of us so sweaty, shining like we had just been expelled from the womb.
I reached for you to hold your hand, my fingers engulfed in your strong
grip. You wiped the gleam off my bare collarbone with my own hand, stopping
to rest just about my heart. And we locked eyes. Like the two poles, our
blue and brown were stuck. And I felt transfixed. I could not get enough of
him.
this...this coppertop. I needed to find flaws that would render him unable to
be exactly who Morpheus claimed him to be. Simple. Standard procedures.
Like hell it was.
Trinity. Square eyes. Hacker. Obsessed.
As it would be, there was nothing to Neo that I didn't find intriguing. His
eating cycle of cereal, cereal...and more cereal, the never fading stubble,
his little naps in front of the monitor, those sad eyes. My watches over
him became more and more regular, until the crew came to expect that Neo
Watch be always given to one person. I felt like a lifeguard, his apartment
was my turf.
"You like him". Cypher drawled to me one time. Sneaky bastard. But he was
right.
I hated that he was right.
* * * *
I can remember our first contact. Dujour's inked rabbit compelled him to
follow, a village boy following the trail of unanswered questions to the
witches house. He had found nothing but a free beer.
The music pulsated through my head and my feet, twitching in their steel-
toed boots. More noise than I'd heard in a long time, more people than I
was used to having near me. It wasn't hard to find him though, the only
person in the room wearing more than one shade of the colour spectrum. Like
a Toyota in a rodeo of Ford Model T's. Not to mention the fact that I'd
just spent the last 3 hours watching him.
I had to pause and catch my breath, which had mysteriously vanished from my
lungs. Inhale for four, hold for eight, exhale for twelve. I wish I had
time to download a crash course in meditation.
This was him. The thief of dreamless nights and a appetite. Of a normal
body temperature.
Steady on, Trinity.
The 'It' guy. The only topic of conversation for the last three weeks.
I said, steady on!
I closed my lids on his image and dug deep within to find the cool
detachment I needed to be able to approach him. My soul armour. With it, I
was unstoppable. An untouchable trained to speak without the tinge of fear.
Without the complications of emotion. But for some reason, my armour wasn't
working. It appeared to be permeable...weakened by the thumping of my heart,
valves opening and closing furiously to supply the much needed oxygen. Lub
dub, lub dub. Like a techno baseline my heart thumped to the firing of my
nerve impulses, creating the biological symphony of my unsettled body.
Would I be able to approach him?
Adrenaline flowed through my veins as smoothly as the low croon of a
clarinet.
Yes. Yes, I would.
And I did.
I was unplugged that night with clenched fists. With an ache in my jaw that
told me I'd been grinding my teeth again. I carried the tension into my
sleep, my empty stomach curled against the knees. I woke up hours later,
sweaty, the knees making a braid of the sheets between them. He had been
there and I had been there. At that club, and we were so sweaty. We were
both of us so sweaty, shining like we had just been expelled from the womb.
I reached for you to hold your hand, my fingers engulfed in your strong
grip. You wiped the gleam off my bare collarbone with my own hand, stopping
to rest just about my heart. And we locked eyes. Like the two poles, our
blue and brown were stuck. And I felt transfixed. I could not get enough of
him.