Prologue
A young woman of about twenty with long dark hair and almost black eyes suspends her wet laundry on the clothesline. She sighs with a pair of underpants in her right hand and stares up at the afternoon blue sky.
It's strange how I would remember this; this ordinary mundane task I would do every Saturday afternoon; laundry day. The girl staring up at the sky would wonder to herself 'is this all there is?' A question I would ask myself many times.
They say in Zion that your memories of life in the Matrix fade away quite easily after a while. But mine haven't. Most people would say that I'm hanging on to something but I know that it's not that. It's something deeper.
My story began a year ago…
Author's Note: Short beginning I know. Please keep reading. Reviews will be appreciated.