Chapter 2: In Da Club
Scene: Club Mimosa (don't ask, people who know me will understand) in the heart of San Baguette, America. (No, it's not a real place. This is going to be random, because I am not sure if Caffeine Free Diet Coke has the same effect on me as does Lemon or Vanilla.) There is very loud annoying music playing, and there are lots of strange people in there.
Neo: There are a lot of strange people in there.
Choi: Dude, it's what it's all about!!
Neo: Come again?
Choi: Look, go and do something. Me and Dujour-
Neo: *splutter*
Choi: Me and her are going over to that bench to talk to scary people.
Neo: What-everrrr.
He walks over to a wall, and mopes. He prefers the Little Trees, but they won't play it here! Suddenly, Help! I'm A Fish plays.
Neo: Oh, yeah!!! Come on!
He dances. If you can call it that. Cue weird looks from weird people around the place. A leather-clad woman, surprisingly fitting in with all the other leather-clad people there, approaches him.
Woman: Hello, Neo.
Neo: Hi. Care to join me?
Woman: No. What in the name of arse are you doing?
Neo: Dancing, dude.
Woman: If you say so.
Neo: Who are you?
Woman: My name is Trinity.
Neo: THE Trinity? The one that hacked the IRS D-base?
Trinity: There is no database.
Neo: So it wasn't you?
Trinity: Yes.
Neo: Ok. This is the bit I don't get. When someone asks you if you aren't something or you didn't do something, what does "yes" mean?
Trinity blinks.
Neo: If I was asked "So you're not a hacker?" then would Yes mean I am or I'm not? Would No mean I am or I'm not? See, I make sense.
Trinity: Barely. Anyway, that was a long time ago.
Neo: Jesus.
Trinity: What?
Neo: It's just...I thought you were a chick.
Trinity: I beg your pardon?
Neo: I thought you were a girl, not a dude.
Trinity: Bastard! I'm all woman.
Neo: For how long?
Trinity: There's no use talking to you. Anyway, I've been sent to say that Bobo the Clown won't make it to your party tonight, Neo.
Neo: Ah, shit!
Trinity: Wait...no. Stupid bad signal. You know why you're here tonight, Neo. To find out the answer to the question that's been bugging you for ages.
Neo: You know where my puppy went?!?
Trinity: Not that question.
Neo: OH. The Matrix. What is the Matrix?
Trinity: Can't tell you.
Neo: And you built up all that suspense!!
Trinity: You're in danger. Go to work tomorrow. Be late. Wait for an obvious Fed-Ex package. Open it. And stuff will happen.
Neo: Right. Got it.
Neo heads home, forgetting the pantomime horse that he's tied up to the poledancers' pole.
Scene: Club Mimosa (don't ask, people who know me will understand) in the heart of San Baguette, America. (No, it's not a real place. This is going to be random, because I am not sure if Caffeine Free Diet Coke has the same effect on me as does Lemon or Vanilla.) There is very loud annoying music playing, and there are lots of strange people in there.
Neo: There are a lot of strange people in there.
Choi: Dude, it's what it's all about!!
Neo: Come again?
Choi: Look, go and do something. Me and Dujour-
Neo: *splutter*
Choi: Me and her are going over to that bench to talk to scary people.
Neo: What-everrrr.
He walks over to a wall, and mopes. He prefers the Little Trees, but they won't play it here! Suddenly, Help! I'm A Fish plays.
Neo: Oh, yeah!!! Come on!
He dances. If you can call it that. Cue weird looks from weird people around the place. A leather-clad woman, surprisingly fitting in with all the other leather-clad people there, approaches him.
Woman: Hello, Neo.
Neo: Hi. Care to join me?
Woman: No. What in the name of arse are you doing?
Neo: Dancing, dude.
Woman: If you say so.
Neo: Who are you?
Woman: My name is Trinity.
Neo: THE Trinity? The one that hacked the IRS D-base?
Trinity: There is no database.
Neo: So it wasn't you?
Trinity: Yes.
Neo: Ok. This is the bit I don't get. When someone asks you if you aren't something or you didn't do something, what does "yes" mean?
Trinity blinks.
Neo: If I was asked "So you're not a hacker?" then would Yes mean I am or I'm not? Would No mean I am or I'm not? See, I make sense.
Trinity: Barely. Anyway, that was a long time ago.
Neo: Jesus.
Trinity: What?
Neo: It's just...I thought you were a chick.
Trinity: I beg your pardon?
Neo: I thought you were a girl, not a dude.
Trinity: Bastard! I'm all woman.
Neo: For how long?
Trinity: There's no use talking to you. Anyway, I've been sent to say that Bobo the Clown won't make it to your party tonight, Neo.
Neo: Ah, shit!
Trinity: Wait...no. Stupid bad signal. You know why you're here tonight, Neo. To find out the answer to the question that's been bugging you for ages.
Neo: You know where my puppy went?!?
Trinity: Not that question.
Neo: OH. The Matrix. What is the Matrix?
Trinity: Can't tell you.
Neo: And you built up all that suspense!!
Trinity: You're in danger. Go to work tomorrow. Be late. Wait for an obvious Fed-Ex package. Open it. And stuff will happen.
Neo: Right. Got it.
Neo heads home, forgetting the pantomime horse that he's tied up to the poledancers' pole.