I am truly, deeply sorry for not updating. I was just having a fit about the idiosyncratic behavior of the FF.net staff. Cant stand 'em.
I would like to especially thank Aslyin for opening my eyes to the reality (no pun intended) of writing.
Thank you.
And without further adieu, I bring you,
Upgrades
Chapter 2
Pseudonyms
Trinity rolled over in her bed, restless, as she had been doing for the past hour or so. She'd been dwelling on the scene at that 'mansion', when they liberated Neo. The mansion full of the matrix's weirdest oddities. She never thought that Neo would become friends with a person still into the matrix. It wasn't like they could just sit down for a cup of tea, being on the worlds most wanted list.
Still, she was worried about that girl she'd seen Neo talking to. She was a very attractive girl, and Trinity knew it. And Trinity hated her for it.
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While eating his soup, Neo began to think about his exploits over the past few days. He though about his brief stint as an honorary "X-Man", and he thought about all his old friends, and some of his enemies, like the white-hared kid that reminded Neo of a hyperactive jackrabbit on crack. But most of all, he thought about Rogue. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Rogue. The more he though, however, the more that face looked like Trinity.
He sighed, defeated. It had to be one of the biggest decisions of his life. At least, unplugged. He stood up, not wanting to take another spoon full of the vitamin-enriched goop, and quietly walked to the control deck. He found Link hovering over one of the 7 computers that displayed Matrix code. Neo notice that he was sweating.
"Link? Is everything okay?", Neo said, fearing the worst. Thinking that Link hadn't heard him, Neo was about to ask again, when he got a small response.
"Its Morpheus. The bag you guys got from the post office a few days ago was the wrong one. He went in to get the real one, but the power was out, so I had to jack him in from the mansion place of yours. I thought it was safe, but as soon as I jacked him in, I saw 3 of the same agent surrounding the place. He was at the door. I tried to call, but they shot him with some kind of frequency distortion device, and now I cant get a lock on him. The agents are closing in on your little hangout now."
"Damnit, Link, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Neo practically ran to his 'dentist chair' as he liked to call it, and said, "Jack me in. Now, Link, we don't have that much time."
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10 minutes earlier, inside the Matrix
"So, like, why does everyone suddenly have fake names?" Kitty asked the rest of the passengers in the car.
Scott spoke up, "Pseudonyms, Kitty. They're called Pseudonyms."
"Whatever," Kitty said, impatiently, "the question is why everyone suddenly has one. Think about it. That Neo guy, for instance. I'm sure his parents didn't sit down one day and say, 'hey, lets name our son Neo. Aheheheheh'. No, it didn't happen like that. Same thing with Rogue. Mystique was watching some war movie, and said, 'Like, I'm gunna name my daughter Rogue, just because it sounds gothic and cool, and because the people flying the planes say it all the time.'"
"Kitty, you shouldn't talk about Rogue that way. She's been through a lot. Plus, she's sick. If anything, you should try to be really nice to her." Jean said, her sensitive side showing, as always.
"And vhere did the whole 'Nightcrawler' thing come in? Who decided to name me after a vorm? I bet it was you, Scott." Kurt said in a teasingly accusing tone.
Scott pulled into the school, and said, "Okay, everybody out. I'll be back here at 3:00. Don't be late." Kurt and Kitty, and Amara piled out of the car. Grabbing their backpacks, they began to run just as the first bell rang.
Scott pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive toward the mansion. He froze, however, when he heard the dreaded alarm in the glove compartment. He stepped on the accelerator, and drove home as fast as he could.
And expect another chapter in about 4 days. Sorry, but its this crappy schedule thing I have going. Parents, courts, judges, attorneys.
AAAAaaannnyways, please review. I understand that you may have clicked on this page, but who can know for sure that it was you? Hmmn? How do I know that you liked the story, or if you thought in needed improving? Just tell me. It takes only a few seconds, but the results last a lifetime.
Thank you,Yuri (Aheheheheh, another pseudonym…)
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