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Ok chapter 2. Takes a deep breath Ok here goes.
The morning had been quite a trial for young Neo. Kicking an agent out of a bookshop, and consequently being banned for life was a hard mornings work, especially for a man who would usually spend his mornings in bed watching 1980s sitcoms on an illegal satellite channel.
Secretly he was glad he had been banned from the shop: in his days in the Matrix he hadn't liked reading, and had preferred to drive around the city, playing music annoyingly loud, scaring pensioners and young children. It was a pastime he was already missing.
Anyway. Neo was sitting in a restaurant, waiting for dessert. The passing shopper he had seen earlier was watching him under skewed sunglasses. Before he could karate chop her into pieces and get chucked out of the second shop of the day, his pudding arrived: - a 30-centimetre tall ice cream sundae adorned with sparklers.
Yet something was missing "Excuse me?" he asked the waitress, who was very attractive, but smelled of rotting wood.
"What can I do you for sir?" she replied. The man looked familiar and she did a double take. Her eyes raked his hairline, maybe he was known for having a disfiguring scar shaped like a type of weather. But no.
Morpheous, (who was there just playing a game of chess in his head with an imaginary opponent, a task that took up the part of his brain he usually used to deliver confusing speeches, but therefore was silent) had noticed (despite the chess) that the Waitress was searching Neo's hairline. He gulped and slouched down in his chair feeling guilty that in an act of jealousy, he had poured the last of the anti dandruff shampoo down the plughole.
Neo was wondering why everyone was staring. He had to something to break the silence.
"Excuse me, there is no spoon."
"Well duh!" sighed the waitress in a rude manner, not unlike Agent Smith in the previous chapter.
Neo wondered if he was ever going to meet anyone with manners in the real world, or more to the point, anyone not wearing something that looked like they were going to a funeral somewhere sunny.
But before the profundity of the fact there was no spoon had sunk into the surrounding area, passing shopper, whose name does not matter (ok. ok. call her Florence. Happy now?) had reached across the table and knocked the sparklers in the top of the sundae into each other, causing an explosion, and Neo found himself spread eagled on the floor outside the shop with very little dignity and still no damn spoon!
Thank you for reading! Will carry on with Neo buying sunglasses (or shades whatever you like to call them) in the next chapter hopefully quite soon!
The morning had been quite a trial for young Neo. Kicking an agent out of a bookshop, and consequently being banned for life was a hard mornings work, especially for a man who would usually spend his mornings in bed watching 1980s sitcoms on an illegal satellite channel.
Secretly he was glad he had been banned from the shop: in his days in the Matrix he hadn't liked reading, and had preferred to drive around the city, playing music annoyingly loud, scaring pensioners and young children. It was a pastime he was already missing.
Anyway. Neo was sitting in a restaurant, waiting for dessert. The passing shopper he had seen earlier was watching him under skewed sunglasses. Before he could karate chop her into pieces and get chucked out of the second shop of the day, his pudding arrived: - a 30-centimetre tall ice cream sundae adorned with sparklers.
Yet something was missing "Excuse me?" he asked the waitress, who was very attractive, but smelled of rotting wood.
"What can I do you for sir?" she replied. The man looked familiar and she did a double take. Her eyes raked his hairline, maybe he was known for having a disfiguring scar shaped like a type of weather. But no.
Morpheous, (who was there just playing a game of chess in his head with an imaginary opponent, a task that took up the part of his brain he usually used to deliver confusing speeches, but therefore was silent) had noticed (despite the chess) that the Waitress was searching Neo's hairline. He gulped and slouched down in his chair feeling guilty that in an act of jealousy, he had poured the last of the anti dandruff shampoo down the plughole.
Neo was wondering why everyone was staring. He had to something to break the silence.
"Excuse me, there is no spoon."
"Well duh!" sighed the waitress in a rude manner, not unlike Agent Smith in the previous chapter.
Neo wondered if he was ever going to meet anyone with manners in the real world, or more to the point, anyone not wearing something that looked like they were going to a funeral somewhere sunny.
But before the profundity of the fact there was no spoon had sunk into the surrounding area, passing shopper, whose name does not matter (ok. ok. call her Florence. Happy now?) had reached across the table and knocked the sparklers in the top of the sundae into each other, causing an explosion, and Neo found himself spread eagled on the floor outside the shop with very little dignity and still no damn spoon!
Thank you for reading! Will carry on with Neo buying sunglasses (or shades whatever you like to call them) in the next chapter hopefully quite soon!