She blinked. Another day, another 2 quid. She got up and pulled on her fake
clothes, opened her fake door and walked into her fake kitchen. The whole
damn world was fake, that's what she believed. Ever since Neo and Smith
invaded her dreams nothing was real. Her friend agreed. She'd been having
the dreams as well. Reciting the words that were spoken, in her sleep. She
felt sorry for her. Unaware of the words she was saying, the horror she was
spouting. She was weak. So she kept a chart for her friend, to keep track
of all the words that were said, as well as recording it as they slept.
When she found out, she was devastated but found it rather humorous.
Talking in her sleep? Ridiculous, that is until; she heard it for herself.
She grabbed her bag and headed down to the newsagents. Strange, she thought, if only every job with the word 'agent' in it meant that actually was where agents worked in their spare time. Now that would be funny! She sighed. If only what they called 'The Matrix' was real she'd make her oversized and overweighed newspaper bag float or possibly make it seem lighter. If only she could believe it wasn't real. It didn't look real to her, but she could feel it, see it, and smell it from when she accidentally dropped it in the bin. But then she thought to herself, why not define real? Just because she could see, smell, and touch the bag doesn't mean it's real! When she dreams, she can feel the rain pour down on her head, it's coldness, it's wetness, but when she wakes up she is dry and warm. Suddenly, the bag felt surprisingly lighter, and she walked down the, what she had considered to be, fake street. She was paid and she set off for school. Ah, school, possibly the only place where nothing could, in fact, be real. Too much of a nightmare!
"It happened again last night!" Whispered her friend. She pulled out a tape recorder and pulled her aside. She pressed play:
"*Crackle* Mr. Anderson! Welcome back, we missed you!"
She quickly pressed stop as a nosy teacher walked passed, looking at them suspiciously.
"Morning miss!" They chorused cheerfully. 'Too cheerful for two girls hiding in a corner' thought the teacher as she carried on walking down the corridor.
"Right, hopefully no more distractions now then Naz?" Pondered her friend.
"Right Josey! Um.... Does it get any worse?" Naz coughed. To answer her question, Josey fast-forwarded the tape for less than a second and pressed play:
"*Crackle*-of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now! You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why, why do you persist? I choose to!"
She pressed stop again to the expression on Naz's face.
"You recited the 'Why?' thing again, did you?"
"Damn right! I didn't even know I did it until you hit me with a pillow at a sleepover!"
"You were annoying me! I hadn't even dropped off yet and you were talking in your sleep! And last time I shook you to wake you up, you punched me!"
"REFLECTS!" Shouted Josey.
"Okay, okay! Enough! Well, I got nothing. Only that damn dream again."
"Just the words! My music didn't seem to help either. Must've got disconnected or something while I was sleeping, then again, it was all fine when I woke up. I hadn't even lost any battery power."
"Don't start the whole battery thing again."
"Just sayin-"
"Well don't 'just say' anything! Bring out that chart! We have to mark down the words!"
Josey pulled out the chart out of her oversized schoolbag and a big red marker pen. The nosy teacher walked past again, seeing the chart. Thinking quickly, Naz and Josey said together:
"Maths!" And turned around ignoring all looks from the teacher, who got bored and walked off. That was one good thing about those two, they seemed connected somehow and always thought of the same things and ideas.
"Well, that's maybe four 'Mr. Anderson's?" Questioned Naz.
"Ye, seems like it. God, this 'Mr. Anderson' guy must be a real pain in the ass to keep coming back and annoying Smith. Especially if he came back to life and can stop bullets."
"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong! Smith is forever trying to kill Neo just because he doesn't like the human race! Hey, and Smith came back to life once as well!"
"Well, if the dreams are true then they both die in the end anyway! Hey, choose comes under 'Choice', doesn't it?"
"Ye! But that Oracle lady says that they'll be seeing Neo again!"
"That was to make that annoying girl Sati happy!"
"And it's not as if Morpheus has a clue to what has happened anyway!"
"I agree! Purpose = 36 times since last Wednesday. That's rather scary!"
"Yes squire, but Matrix has been said 67 times since then. I think we should look it up or something."
"Matrix is a mathematical term!"
"For what?"
"I..uh..don't know! But I know it's something to do with Maths!"
"We're dreaming about Maths? Weird"
"Well, obviously I don't think it's that! But it is really weird!"
"Course! Smith = 3? I wonder why that is?"
"They don't call him by his name that often. I've only dreamt of Mr. Anderson saying Smiths name once, and that was to the blinking Oracle!"
"It's NEO! N-E-O! Neo! Wait, you haven't dreamt of 'Deus ex Machina' yet?"
"Who's that? A Machine?"
"Never mind. You'll see him soon."
"Doesn't it seem like you're watching a movie or something when dreaming?"
"Ye, it does. Whoa, rouge program alert!" Screamed Naz, and a rather large looking girl came past with a sheep following her. She wasn't really a sheep, but with the way she follows the large girl around it's an easy mistake to make.
"Oh my god! You have a little 'dream' chart is it? Oh how cute! A little tape recorder! Let's hear it!" And the large girl grabbed the tape recorder viciously, nearly braking it, but it didn't. The girl pressed play:
"*Fizz* It is purpose that created us, purpose that connects us, purpose that pulls us, that guides us, that drives us, it is purpose that defines, purpose that bind us. We're here becaus-*
Naz snatched the recorder and the batteries fell out. Phew, they thought. Couldn't have a virus, in their opinion, here about Neo and The Matrix. Who knows the damage she could make.
"Hey, a dream chart? That's so cool!" Piped up the sheep, only to get dirty looks from the virus and then got dragged away.
"That was a close one pie! Good going!"
"Thanks squire! I was thinking on behalf of Neo and The Matrix!"
"You think that could be real?"
"Never know!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"She is getting too close to the truth." Admitted Jackson.
"We shall get her." Proposed Thompson.
"The anomaly?" Asked Johnson.
"Not now. Rumours get out of hand in a secondary school that big." Stated Thompson.
"What about ...her...?" Wondered Johnson.
"What do you mean?" Questioned Jackson.
"She can make a large Newspaper bag lighter just by questioning it." Answered Thompson.
"Not her, the other one. Another person in the room listening to her at night could destroy everything." Countered Johnson.
"She does not have anyone to stay in a room with. She does not have many friends and humans have laws for procreating under a certain age." Assured Jackson.
"We shall get her too then." Promised Thompson. They cracked their knuckles and walked out of the office building, where Morpheus had been tortured for codes to Zion's Mainframe.
She grabbed her bag and headed down to the newsagents. Strange, she thought, if only every job with the word 'agent' in it meant that actually was where agents worked in their spare time. Now that would be funny! She sighed. If only what they called 'The Matrix' was real she'd make her oversized and overweighed newspaper bag float or possibly make it seem lighter. If only she could believe it wasn't real. It didn't look real to her, but she could feel it, see it, and smell it from when she accidentally dropped it in the bin. But then she thought to herself, why not define real? Just because she could see, smell, and touch the bag doesn't mean it's real! When she dreams, she can feel the rain pour down on her head, it's coldness, it's wetness, but when she wakes up she is dry and warm. Suddenly, the bag felt surprisingly lighter, and she walked down the, what she had considered to be, fake street. She was paid and she set off for school. Ah, school, possibly the only place where nothing could, in fact, be real. Too much of a nightmare!
"It happened again last night!" Whispered her friend. She pulled out a tape recorder and pulled her aside. She pressed play:
"*Crackle* Mr. Anderson! Welcome back, we missed you!"
She quickly pressed stop as a nosy teacher walked passed, looking at them suspiciously.
"Morning miss!" They chorused cheerfully. 'Too cheerful for two girls hiding in a corner' thought the teacher as she carried on walking down the corridor.
"Right, hopefully no more distractions now then Naz?" Pondered her friend.
"Right Josey! Um.... Does it get any worse?" Naz coughed. To answer her question, Josey fast-forwarded the tape for less than a second and pressed play:
"*Crackle*-of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now! You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why, why do you persist? I choose to!"
She pressed stop again to the expression on Naz's face.
"You recited the 'Why?' thing again, did you?"
"Damn right! I didn't even know I did it until you hit me with a pillow at a sleepover!"
"You were annoying me! I hadn't even dropped off yet and you were talking in your sleep! And last time I shook you to wake you up, you punched me!"
"REFLECTS!" Shouted Josey.
"Okay, okay! Enough! Well, I got nothing. Only that damn dream again."
"Just the words! My music didn't seem to help either. Must've got disconnected or something while I was sleeping, then again, it was all fine when I woke up. I hadn't even lost any battery power."
"Don't start the whole battery thing again."
"Just sayin-"
"Well don't 'just say' anything! Bring out that chart! We have to mark down the words!"
Josey pulled out the chart out of her oversized schoolbag and a big red marker pen. The nosy teacher walked past again, seeing the chart. Thinking quickly, Naz and Josey said together:
"Maths!" And turned around ignoring all looks from the teacher, who got bored and walked off. That was one good thing about those two, they seemed connected somehow and always thought of the same things and ideas.
"Well, that's maybe four 'Mr. Anderson's?" Questioned Naz.
"Ye, seems like it. God, this 'Mr. Anderson' guy must be a real pain in the ass to keep coming back and annoying Smith. Especially if he came back to life and can stop bullets."
"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong! Smith is forever trying to kill Neo just because he doesn't like the human race! Hey, and Smith came back to life once as well!"
"Well, if the dreams are true then they both die in the end anyway! Hey, choose comes under 'Choice', doesn't it?"
"Ye! But that Oracle lady says that they'll be seeing Neo again!"
"That was to make that annoying girl Sati happy!"
"And it's not as if Morpheus has a clue to what has happened anyway!"
"I agree! Purpose = 36 times since last Wednesday. That's rather scary!"
"Yes squire, but Matrix has been said 67 times since then. I think we should look it up or something."
"Matrix is a mathematical term!"
"For what?"
"I..uh..don't know! But I know it's something to do with Maths!"
"We're dreaming about Maths? Weird"
"Well, obviously I don't think it's that! But it is really weird!"
"Course! Smith = 3? I wonder why that is?"
"They don't call him by his name that often. I've only dreamt of Mr. Anderson saying Smiths name once, and that was to the blinking Oracle!"
"It's NEO! N-E-O! Neo! Wait, you haven't dreamt of 'Deus ex Machina' yet?"
"Who's that? A Machine?"
"Never mind. You'll see him soon."
"Doesn't it seem like you're watching a movie or something when dreaming?"
"Ye, it does. Whoa, rouge program alert!" Screamed Naz, and a rather large looking girl came past with a sheep following her. She wasn't really a sheep, but with the way she follows the large girl around it's an easy mistake to make.
"Oh my god! You have a little 'dream' chart is it? Oh how cute! A little tape recorder! Let's hear it!" And the large girl grabbed the tape recorder viciously, nearly braking it, but it didn't. The girl pressed play:
"*Fizz* It is purpose that created us, purpose that connects us, purpose that pulls us, that guides us, that drives us, it is purpose that defines, purpose that bind us. We're here becaus-*
Naz snatched the recorder and the batteries fell out. Phew, they thought. Couldn't have a virus, in their opinion, here about Neo and The Matrix. Who knows the damage she could make.
"Hey, a dream chart? That's so cool!" Piped up the sheep, only to get dirty looks from the virus and then got dragged away.
"That was a close one pie! Good going!"
"Thanks squire! I was thinking on behalf of Neo and The Matrix!"
"You think that could be real?"
"Never know!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"She is getting too close to the truth." Admitted Jackson.
"We shall get her." Proposed Thompson.
"The anomaly?" Asked Johnson.
"Not now. Rumours get out of hand in a secondary school that big." Stated Thompson.
"What about ...her...?" Wondered Johnson.
"What do you mean?" Questioned Jackson.
"She can make a large Newspaper bag lighter just by questioning it." Answered Thompson.
"Not her, the other one. Another person in the room listening to her at night could destroy everything." Countered Johnson.
"She does not have anyone to stay in a room with. She does not have many friends and humans have laws for procreating under a certain age." Assured Jackson.
"We shall get her too then." Promised Thompson. They cracked their knuckles and walked out of the office building, where Morpheus had been tortured for codes to Zion's Mainframe.