Escape by DreamerMatrix
Disclaimer: IS ON EVERY OTHER PAGE SO FAR! Oh well, OK...
The Matrix trilogy does not belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn't. It is the property of the Wachowski brothers, Andy and Larry, who shouldn't bother suing me because the amount they gained wouldn't cover the lawyer's fees. 'Program Reality', as far as I know, is still mine.
I got 1 call for continue. Which is enough for me. This is dedicated to that person, who is a Sonic fan, but whose s/n momentarily escapes me.
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FADE IN
The SRIs of NEO, TRINITY, MORPHEUS, LINK and the AUTHOR are sat drinking lemonade in a construct Cafe. NEO and MORPHEUS felt unable to drink alcohol after the night before, and the other three decided not to rub it in.
NEO: So, Author person, do you have a name?
AUTHOR: Yes. But it's longer than Author, and that'd be really bad, god-moder-style self insertion in a fic.
TRINITY: So how'd you come up with this place, anyway?
AUTHOR: I got drunk, watched all three movies in a marathon then turned on my computer instead of doing what any normal person would do and go to bed.
TRINITY: Ameri... How old are you?
AUTHOR: Nineteen
TRINITY: British Teenagers
TRINITY rolls her eyes. LINK, MORPHEUS and NEO look at the AUTHOR in disbelief.
LINK: You mean we're technically in the product of the imagination of a teenage Brit?
AUTHOR: Yeah, the water heater at my house broke down. Cold showers suck.
LINK: Ohhhhhh.
AUTHOR: Yeah.
NEO: I don't follow
AUTHOR: I didn't think you would
TRINITY stifles a giggle, choking on her lemonade. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG runs past.
NEO: Holy shit, Sonic's real!
NEO runs off after SONIC. TRINITY and AUTHOR exchange glances; TRINITY shrugs.
MORPHEUS: Why were we brought here, anyway?
AUTHOR: Neo needs to learn some stuff, I figured you three could tag along.
ORACLE: Aren't *I* supposed to be the teacher person?
AUTHOR glares at ORACLE, who runs off after NEO and SONIC.
TRINITY: Colour me stunned. You creeped out the Oracle. Surely she must have seen that coming?
AUTHOR: (with a half-shrug) I just work here
LINK: I never understood that phrase. It's kinda obvious, don't ya think?
AUTHOR: You shut up. I liked Tank more than you anyway. You only got in 'cos of Morpheus asking me to trust him.
LINK: You got that spiel too, huh?
AUTHOR: Everybody gets that spiel from Morpheus.I think he has issues.
TRINITY: (under breath) Ain't no *think* in it...
MORPHEUS: Yeeeeeeeeeeessss, my preccccccccciousssssssssssss!
GOLLUM runs in and hits MORPHEUS upside the head
GOLLUM: He ssssssstole my line, preccccccccioussssssssss!
GOLLUM steals MORPHEUS' sunglasses and runs off. MORPHEUS runs after GOLLUM.
MORPHEUS: Get back here, creep!
AUTHOR raises an eyebrow, and TRINITY pulls out a gun as AUTHOR'S hand goes wiggy. The gun disappears, and AUTHOR half-smiles at TRINITY.
AUTHOR: Writer's block... End chapter...
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do you ppl want a TBC on this or not? I'm undecided.
Disclaimer: IS ON EVERY OTHER PAGE SO FAR! Oh well, OK...
The Matrix trilogy does not belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn't. It is the property of the Wachowski brothers, Andy and Larry, who shouldn't bother suing me because the amount they gained wouldn't cover the lawyer's fees. 'Program Reality', as far as I know, is still mine.
I got 1 call for continue. Which is enough for me. This is dedicated to that person, who is a Sonic fan, but whose s/n momentarily escapes me.
~*~*~*~*~*~
FADE IN
The SRIs of NEO, TRINITY, MORPHEUS, LINK and the AUTHOR are sat drinking lemonade in a construct Cafe. NEO and MORPHEUS felt unable to drink alcohol after the night before, and the other three decided not to rub it in.
NEO: So, Author person, do you have a name?
AUTHOR: Yes. But it's longer than Author, and that'd be really bad, god-moder-style self insertion in a fic.
TRINITY: So how'd you come up with this place, anyway?
AUTHOR: I got drunk, watched all three movies in a marathon then turned on my computer instead of doing what any normal person would do and go to bed.
TRINITY: Ameri... How old are you?
AUTHOR: Nineteen
TRINITY: British Teenagers
TRINITY rolls her eyes. LINK, MORPHEUS and NEO look at the AUTHOR in disbelief.
LINK: You mean we're technically in the product of the imagination of a teenage Brit?
AUTHOR: Yeah, the water heater at my house broke down. Cold showers suck.
LINK: Ohhhhhh.
AUTHOR: Yeah.
NEO: I don't follow
AUTHOR: I didn't think you would
TRINITY stifles a giggle, choking on her lemonade. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG runs past.
NEO: Holy shit, Sonic's real!
NEO runs off after SONIC. TRINITY and AUTHOR exchange glances; TRINITY shrugs.
MORPHEUS: Why were we brought here, anyway?
AUTHOR: Neo needs to learn some stuff, I figured you three could tag along.
ORACLE: Aren't *I* supposed to be the teacher person?
AUTHOR glares at ORACLE, who runs off after NEO and SONIC.
TRINITY: Colour me stunned. You creeped out the Oracle. Surely she must have seen that coming?
AUTHOR: (with a half-shrug) I just work here
LINK: I never understood that phrase. It's kinda obvious, don't ya think?
AUTHOR: You shut up. I liked Tank more than you anyway. You only got in 'cos of Morpheus asking me to trust him.
LINK: You got that spiel too, huh?
AUTHOR: Everybody gets that spiel from Morpheus.I think he has issues.
TRINITY: (under breath) Ain't no *think* in it...
MORPHEUS: Yeeeeeeeeeeessss, my preccccccccciousssssssssssss!
GOLLUM runs in and hits MORPHEUS upside the head
GOLLUM: He ssssssstole my line, preccccccccioussssssssss!
GOLLUM steals MORPHEUS' sunglasses and runs off. MORPHEUS runs after GOLLUM.
MORPHEUS: Get back here, creep!
AUTHOR raises an eyebrow, and TRINITY pulls out a gun as AUTHOR'S hand goes wiggy. The gun disappears, and AUTHOR half-smiles at TRINITY.
AUTHOR: Writer's block... End chapter...
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do you ppl want a TBC on this or not? I'm undecided.