Ok. I keep updating because I'm on Holiday and I'm bored plus I wanted to
have the chance o wish you all A Happy Christmas. Once again I'd like to
say all reviews are welcome, even negative ones. Even ones that just say:
"Read it, liked it" or "Are you mad this is so badddddddddddddd!" which are
actually, slightly less welcome. Are you some kind of letter d obsessive?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and I really don't think people who have the power to sue me spend a lot of time reading Fan Fictions. Maybe I'm wrong. But come on people! They probably wear suits and everything.
Oh and while I'm leaving this really long AN I would like to thank my present reviewers and wish them a very Happy Christmas and New Year.
(After the feature presentation, look out for more useless author's notes.)
It was time for a caffeine-based drink. Neo had a theory (he actually had lots of theories, a lot of which involved scantily clad dancing women, but this was probably his best theory.) that you should put up with a day for as long as possible, smile and laugh it off as bad luck, and hope that things got better. But there came a time where you had to write the day off as a complete waste of toothpaste and hit the coffee and cola so much that you found yourself awake and playing folk songs on a harmonica at five the next morning.
After Trinity had first spoken to him in the club, he had drank eighteen cappuccinos and not slept for three days.
In light of what was happening to him today he had decided cola was the way to go, and was standing in front of an old dusty vending machine in the main corridor, punching the button for a cool refreshing coke. (Who surprisingly are not sponsoring this fanfic. Their loss!)
Nothing was happening. The machine was not reacting. He punched the button seventeen times. He even put on his new shades and tried a glare, but Smith made it look easier than it was. Neo hit his head against the vending machine sobbing for mercy. Hoping that everyone would still think he was a cool dude after this shopping trip; rather than the stupid, sundae loving, hallucinating, whoopee cushion buying un- perceptive, rodent loving caffeine addict he actually was.
A note fluttered down from the inside the hole where you collect your refreshment. It said, "You suck, human!"
"Well you suck too, vending machine!" said Neo, as a foul brown liquid seeped on to his clogs.
Another piece of paper: "I'm not a vending machine I'm a small 500 watt microwave."
Neo felt sorry for the machine: It was obviously delirious, and he told it so.
He was now ready for the piece of paper that would come flying from inside.
"Ever had a dream Neo?"
Quite taken back by the fact a vending machine was talking to him, he said, "Yeah, I guess!"
"We all do (Said the next piece of paper) I want to be a Microwave, and your friend Morpheous wants to play for the Captain's inter-craft chess team. Unfortunately, for both of us those dreams cannot come true. Perhaps to help me a little you could put your hand inside the coin chute, and I'll pretend I'm frying you. Would you make an old machine very happy?"
"Sure" said Neo wiping the tears from his eyes. Never in his whole life had he heard a story so heart wrenchingly sad- he hoped one day, some one would write a film about it.
But as soon he got near the machine a tentacle shot out and grabbed him around the head pulling him towards the place where you get your drink.
"Help! Morpheous!" Neo cried, but it was too late. As he was sucked into the very heart of the machine. (If it had a heart! Hah!) He choked on cogs and nuts and screws. When-
A strong arm caught his leg and began to pull.
Trinity (real rather than hallucinatory) had been entering the Mall to find Morpheous when she saw Neo's predicament, she pulled as hard as she could to free him. Then from inside the machine, a voice: "STOP"! You're ripping my jacket!"
A few minutes past and Neo was free. "Never trust a machine!" said Trinity as Morpheous came rushing up from a quick life-coaching course.
"Are you alright?" he asked (Stupid question Morpheous. He's the one. Of course he's all right!)
They walked off into the mall together "Tell me one thing Morpheous?"
"Anything!" said Morpheous warmly, for he had decided that Neo's nauseous stupidity was quite endearing.
"Do really want to be on the chess team?"
Ok! big thanks go to: loop da loopy Drucilla9992002 Richard the pedantic Nuriko no Mikos alocin Ghostwritten Danny Barefoot The-Blarney-stone They are my reviewers! Join them. Hit that review button!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and I really don't think people who have the power to sue me spend a lot of time reading Fan Fictions. Maybe I'm wrong. But come on people! They probably wear suits and everything.
Oh and while I'm leaving this really long AN I would like to thank my present reviewers and wish them a very Happy Christmas and New Year.
(After the feature presentation, look out for more useless author's notes.)
It was time for a caffeine-based drink. Neo had a theory (he actually had lots of theories, a lot of which involved scantily clad dancing women, but this was probably his best theory.) that you should put up with a day for as long as possible, smile and laugh it off as bad luck, and hope that things got better. But there came a time where you had to write the day off as a complete waste of toothpaste and hit the coffee and cola so much that you found yourself awake and playing folk songs on a harmonica at five the next morning.
After Trinity had first spoken to him in the club, he had drank eighteen cappuccinos and not slept for three days.
In light of what was happening to him today he had decided cola was the way to go, and was standing in front of an old dusty vending machine in the main corridor, punching the button for a cool refreshing coke. (Who surprisingly are not sponsoring this fanfic. Their loss!)
Nothing was happening. The machine was not reacting. He punched the button seventeen times. He even put on his new shades and tried a glare, but Smith made it look easier than it was. Neo hit his head against the vending machine sobbing for mercy. Hoping that everyone would still think he was a cool dude after this shopping trip; rather than the stupid, sundae loving, hallucinating, whoopee cushion buying un- perceptive, rodent loving caffeine addict he actually was.
A note fluttered down from the inside the hole where you collect your refreshment. It said, "You suck, human!"
"Well you suck too, vending machine!" said Neo, as a foul brown liquid seeped on to his clogs.
Another piece of paper: "I'm not a vending machine I'm a small 500 watt microwave."
Neo felt sorry for the machine: It was obviously delirious, and he told it so.
He was now ready for the piece of paper that would come flying from inside.
"Ever had a dream Neo?"
Quite taken back by the fact a vending machine was talking to him, he said, "Yeah, I guess!"
"We all do (Said the next piece of paper) I want to be a Microwave, and your friend Morpheous wants to play for the Captain's inter-craft chess team. Unfortunately, for both of us those dreams cannot come true. Perhaps to help me a little you could put your hand inside the coin chute, and I'll pretend I'm frying you. Would you make an old machine very happy?"
"Sure" said Neo wiping the tears from his eyes. Never in his whole life had he heard a story so heart wrenchingly sad- he hoped one day, some one would write a film about it.
But as soon he got near the machine a tentacle shot out and grabbed him around the head pulling him towards the place where you get your drink.
"Help! Morpheous!" Neo cried, but it was too late. As he was sucked into the very heart of the machine. (If it had a heart! Hah!) He choked on cogs and nuts and screws. When-
A strong arm caught his leg and began to pull.
Trinity (real rather than hallucinatory) had been entering the Mall to find Morpheous when she saw Neo's predicament, she pulled as hard as she could to free him. Then from inside the machine, a voice: "STOP"! You're ripping my jacket!"
A few minutes past and Neo was free. "Never trust a machine!" said Trinity as Morpheous came rushing up from a quick life-coaching course.
"Are you alright?" he asked (Stupid question Morpheous. He's the one. Of course he's all right!)
They walked off into the mall together "Tell me one thing Morpheous?"
"Anything!" said Morpheous warmly, for he had decided that Neo's nauseous stupidity was quite endearing.
"Do really want to be on the chess team?"
Ok! big thanks go to: loop da loopy Drucilla9992002 Richard the pedantic Nuriko no Mikos alocin Ghostwritten Danny Barefoot The-Blarney-stone They are my reviewers! Join them. Hit that review button!