Serial Experiments: Matt
A sequel
Written by: Edicius
Riding on wings on siliconAcross the lands where many have drowned
Archangels descendant
To bring salvation to the decadent
Man has forgotten the pleasures of the flesh
Just screams is all he has left
Tomes written in binary code
Each containing a electronic ode
Blood runs thicker than electricity
In an organic world can one be free
Riding upon the motherboard horse
Upon conquest like the ancient Norse
As the son of a God
I ride the lands in pride
To replace the ones of sod
And give them lifeAcknowledgements: My family, friends, pets, and other significant beings. All the music I listen to during this little story. And, of course, all who review me. Thanks!
To Kagale-chan: I wish I could be the one, but I wish you happiness anyway. I'll always be your friend regardless. To Curt: Sorry man, but this is the only story I can really show you that I'm not afraid you'll be offended.
Chapter 01
"Navi, do I have any mail?" I asked although I knew the answer as soon as the words left my lips.
"There's no mail for Matt." Said the computer in a lifeless voice, almost as if it was bored with my incessant questioning. With a sigh I rose from the chair, a thing that might have been made with the attempt of being comfortable but along the way someone fucked with the design to make a half-assed thing that could loosely be referred to as furniture. I didn't know why I checked the Navi for mail, but then again why the hell did I have the thing to begin with? It's only purpose seemed to be to answer my archetypical question with a formulaic answer. Other than that, it slept, dreaming dreams of one who would use it to log into the Wired, Reading mail of a person who got more than the occasional porno spam, and of course being regularly updated. Looking at the neon green lights of my alarm clock I noticed I would be late for school…Again. Chester A. Arthur Middle school set in Cleveland, Ohio loomed above me as I walked a dejected shuffle towards it. School, like the life of my Navi, was formulaic, and above all, boring. I had no friends so to speak of, just because I didn't feel it worthwhile to integrate with humans. All they seemed to care about was video games, some stupid thing they did the day before, or the occasional blab about Navis. Nothing I cared about, seeing as I never played games, or the only thing I did the night before was eat, watch some boring show on TV, and sleep, and I just didn't care for Navis. The classroom greeted me with an assembly line atmosphere similar to my boring life. Some people looked lively, despite the fact that something in the air said that this "personality" they enjoy would be sucked out in the meat grinder known as public education. Even the teacher looked bored with her life, with a face that, if I didn't know any better, suggested she was contemplating suicide. She turned around and began to write on the board saying a lecture that I'm sure she said about a million times beforehand. Her drone was said to induce drowsiness in ten minutes (five in the summertime) flat. In fact as I glanced around the room I noticed several kids start to nod off, others had a face like their minds were wiped clean of any means of expression. Others of course clung on every word she said scribbling notes so fast I was surprised the papers weren't protruding liberal amounts of smoke into the air. Sighing deeply I decided to just doodle in my notebook and look like I was paying attention. The bell rang in which I got into a new dejected shuffle (a bit of a pattern here, huh?) to the next class, then the next one…. Blah Blah Blah Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
After eight periods of unprofitable boredom I left to go home where I would eat dinner, as Navi my twice-a-day question and then, suddenly I heard someone call out "Hey, you." Looking around I all of a sudden realized this was addressed to me. Walking over to the girl that called out my name (and the two boys sitting next to her) I wondered what was this all about. The girl looked pleased that I came over, the boys looked like they couldn't care less.
"I just wanted to ask if you were doing anything tonight." She said a gleam coming to her eyes. I sighed a little before giving my answer.
"Not really, I don't have much of anything going on, why?"
"Well, It's just that I was wondering if you would like to go to this new club that just opened up. It called Cyberworld and it plays some great techno music if you're interested. That is, of course if you want to." She said with an almost pleading look in the sapphire jewels that were her eyes, surrounded almost casually by a mess of red hair.
"Well, I'll think about it. Do you suppose I could mail you via PDA later?"
"Sure My address is I whipped out my PDA and wrote it in my otherwise empty address book.
"Well, mine is I said as she in turn scrawled the address in her pocket computer.
"So you have a name to go along with that address I gave you, my names Jenn, and yours is?"
"Matt…" I said as I finished entering the info into my PDA. "Okay, so I guess I'll mail you later than." I said walking away. I wondered why such a girl would be asking me to go to a club.
"I'm home." I said walking through the door of our rather expansive house. We were able to get such a home because my Dad was a programmer of some sort.
"Hey, Matt, your new Navi just came it, we could set it up after dinner okay?"
"Yeah, about that, can we just set it up now to get it over with."
"Why the rush?"
"Well, It's just that I think I'll be going out later tonight. So it's probably best that we get this stuff set up ASAP."
"Sure, why not?" My dad said with a doofy grin that betrayed his age, he looked like an overgrown kid.
An hour later I had a state of the art machine running right in front of me. And I didn't care. Dad showed me how to register it, I checked my mail, of course. To my surprise I found it not empty, but with a message from "Jennifer Asher", I figured that was the same Jenn I met earlier today. "Open it…" I said in a voice that held a little excitement.
"Matt, are you going or not? I'm leaving in two hours, I hope to have your response by then, OK?"
Letting out another sigh, I said quite sternly "respond".
"Sure, I'll be there in an hour and a half, I'll call you on my cellphone to ask for directions when I get downtown. See you then!"
Note: Jenn's Email address isn't real as far as I know, but is my own, mail me if you wish. NO HATE MAIL!