Hello, well, I haven't seemed to have gotten many reviews on this stupid fic, but I feel like updating anyway. Matrix or it's characters or the portion of it's plot that I'm using doesn't belong to me. Hope you like. (Those of you who are reading it, anyway.)
(((( Chapter 2 ))))
I'm lost in my thoughts again, staring out the window- at the rain, anticipating what will happen next when Powderwoman in the front passanger seat suddenly turns around, gun in hand. "Turn your head to the left", she says, calm but firm. I look at her quizically. "Why?" My own stupidity and stubborness ignores the gun and asks the ignorant question.
"Just do it. Unless you want to spend the rest of your days behind bars as a has-been."
I know what she means by that. I' m known around the web as THE Trinity, Superhacker who cracked the IRSD base and performed other numerous near-impossible tasks. If word got around that I had been captured, the shadowed society of hackers would go down the drain. The population is fading as it is. Without me as a rolemodel, Most of the hackers out there would just give up. Without the great Trinity, their life-inspiration, there would be no more reason for younger hackers that look up to me to go on.
I'm so cocky.
Then, my more sensible mind kicks in, and I do as instructed, in fear of what they would do to me next. I'm facing the creepy-ish bald guy next to me and see him take out what looks like some cheap wannabe cannon-weird- looking-gun thing with a slim jar sticking out the back. "What's that?" I ask with curious nervousness. "Just hold still," he says, "And close your eyes."
I obey, biting my bottom lip a bit, cockiness gone, fear taking over. I don't like guns all of a sudden. I've used one a couple of times as a kid, hunting with my dad, (the little tomboy I was), but in a car with no way out just makes me terrified. But fortunately, my fear leads my to listen rather than to become frantic, panicking, upsetting the gun's holder.
To my horror, the bald guy puts the huge gun to my right ear. What is he doing?! I'm lightheaded now, fighting to keep from not slumping in my seat. But I don't say anything. Then, spikes shoot out, millimeters away from puncturing my head. The skin remains unbroken, but it hurts terribly. An electricle current screams through my body, and I grit my teeth in pain, trying to stay conscious. Then, I feel it.
Something is crawling around in my head. No. It can't be. The dream... was it real? Is THIS real? Not wanting to, I realize that the nasty bug from my dream, that squirming shrimp-looking thing was IN my head; the dream was real...
Suddenly, a claw-like thing shoots out from the gun's tip, and it grabbs the bug, pulls it out of my ear. Out of the place the security guards had put it in the night before. That Smith guy. Even though I didn't feel the bug before, it felt like a big, fat wad of tissue or something that had been clogging up my head was pulled out, and I felt more clear-headed than ever. And frightened at the same time. The man and the gun let go of my head, and he quickly dumped the bug out of the window from the little jar. Then, I felt a throbbing headache coming on. I closed my eyes and grabbed the side of my head where that awful bug had been and moaned, trying to block out the pain. (What a wimp I am, I realize.)
All the while I'm thinking about my dream-or so I thought. I had been caught, revealed as a hacker by three security guards- Agent Brown, Jones, and Smith. What ordinary names for such powerful men. As I had sat before them, helpless, while they surveyed my identity as Trinity, I kept wondering what they would do to me- kill me right on the spot, lock me up for life, and other unrealistic methods of punishment. Funny how for such a usually mellow, calm, person I tend to be, that in situations as tense as this can turn my brain into chaos. Maybe everyone is like that. I dunno. But the last thing I remember from "waking up" from that nightmare, (or was it a nightmare?) was the bug they inserted into my ear. And how real it felt. Maybe because it was. Or maybe I'm going crazy.
All through my agony, no one else did anything, said anything. I just laid there in the seat, moaning and trying to figure everything out. Is this just another dream, or is all of it reality? Soon thereafter, I realized that this was only the beginning of the journey of self-discovery, and the fight for mankind. Confusion would become something natural to the human mind as I would delve deeper into the rabbit hole.
Suicide is NOT an option, I would soon realize.
(((( Chapter 2 ))))
I'm lost in my thoughts again, staring out the window- at the rain, anticipating what will happen next when Powderwoman in the front passanger seat suddenly turns around, gun in hand. "Turn your head to the left", she says, calm but firm. I look at her quizically. "Why?" My own stupidity and stubborness ignores the gun and asks the ignorant question.
"Just do it. Unless you want to spend the rest of your days behind bars as a has-been."
I know what she means by that. I' m known around the web as THE Trinity, Superhacker who cracked the IRSD base and performed other numerous near-impossible tasks. If word got around that I had been captured, the shadowed society of hackers would go down the drain. The population is fading as it is. Without me as a rolemodel, Most of the hackers out there would just give up. Without the great Trinity, their life-inspiration, there would be no more reason for younger hackers that look up to me to go on.
I'm so cocky.
Then, my more sensible mind kicks in, and I do as instructed, in fear of what they would do to me next. I'm facing the creepy-ish bald guy next to me and see him take out what looks like some cheap wannabe cannon-weird- looking-gun thing with a slim jar sticking out the back. "What's that?" I ask with curious nervousness. "Just hold still," he says, "And close your eyes."
I obey, biting my bottom lip a bit, cockiness gone, fear taking over. I don't like guns all of a sudden. I've used one a couple of times as a kid, hunting with my dad, (the little tomboy I was), but in a car with no way out just makes me terrified. But fortunately, my fear leads my to listen rather than to become frantic, panicking, upsetting the gun's holder.
To my horror, the bald guy puts the huge gun to my right ear. What is he doing?! I'm lightheaded now, fighting to keep from not slumping in my seat. But I don't say anything. Then, spikes shoot out, millimeters away from puncturing my head. The skin remains unbroken, but it hurts terribly. An electricle current screams through my body, and I grit my teeth in pain, trying to stay conscious. Then, I feel it.
Something is crawling around in my head. No. It can't be. The dream... was it real? Is THIS real? Not wanting to, I realize that the nasty bug from my dream, that squirming shrimp-looking thing was IN my head; the dream was real...
Suddenly, a claw-like thing shoots out from the gun's tip, and it grabbs the bug, pulls it out of my ear. Out of the place the security guards had put it in the night before. That Smith guy. Even though I didn't feel the bug before, it felt like a big, fat wad of tissue or something that had been clogging up my head was pulled out, and I felt more clear-headed than ever. And frightened at the same time. The man and the gun let go of my head, and he quickly dumped the bug out of the window from the little jar. Then, I felt a throbbing headache coming on. I closed my eyes and grabbed the side of my head where that awful bug had been and moaned, trying to block out the pain. (What a wimp I am, I realize.)
All the while I'm thinking about my dream-or so I thought. I had been caught, revealed as a hacker by three security guards- Agent Brown, Jones, and Smith. What ordinary names for such powerful men. As I had sat before them, helpless, while they surveyed my identity as Trinity, I kept wondering what they would do to me- kill me right on the spot, lock me up for life, and other unrealistic methods of punishment. Funny how for such a usually mellow, calm, person I tend to be, that in situations as tense as this can turn my brain into chaos. Maybe everyone is like that. I dunno. But the last thing I remember from "waking up" from that nightmare, (or was it a nightmare?) was the bug they inserted into my ear. And how real it felt. Maybe because it was. Or maybe I'm going crazy.
All through my agony, no one else did anything, said anything. I just laid there in the seat, moaning and trying to figure everything out. Is this just another dream, or is all of it reality? Soon thereafter, I realized that this was only the beginning of the journey of self-discovery, and the fight for mankind. Confusion would become something natural to the human mind as I would delve deeper into the rabbit hole.
Suicide is NOT an option, I would soon realize.