Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)
Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)
Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)
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H<strong>is</strong> breakfast seemed to be calling out to him. Eat me, it said. Eat me, Neo. I'm nutritious and healthy<br />
and tasteless, and I'm all you're ever going to eat for the rest of your pitiful little life. And what's more,<br />
there's nothing you can do about it. Hah. So there.<br />
Neo stuck h<strong>is</strong> spoon into the food and swirled it around. After a while he took up a spoonful of food, the<br />
excess bits slopping off back into the bowl, and he brought it into h<strong>is</strong> mouth.<br />
The breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions. If you close your eyes, it almost feels like you're eating<br />
runny eggs. Or a bowl of snot.<br />
Neo swallowed. There was no need for chewing. Half-heartedly, he scooped up more of the nutrient<br />
mix masquerading as h<strong>is</strong> breakfast and mentally prepared h<strong>is</strong> tastebuds for Round Two.<br />
Tastee Wheat, the late Mouse had said. It tastes like Tastee Wheat.<br />
Neo had never eaten Tastee Wheat before – technically, none of them had – but he was sure it tasted<br />
better than th<strong>is</strong>. If Tastee Wheat really tasted like th<strong>is</strong>, then it wasn’t the least bit tasty. In general,<br />
however, it seemed that the machines knew how to simulate good food in the Matrix.<br />
Like the coffee. The blasted coffee that had kept him up all night. He didn't feel fully awake yet. Maybe<br />
th<strong>is</strong> was all a dream, he thought sleepily. Maybe he hadn't actually woken up yet, and when he did<br />
wake up he'd have to eat breakfast all over again...<br />
Or maybe he'd d<strong>is</strong>cover that everything that had happened in the past few days had just been one long<br />
dream, and wake up back at h<strong>is</strong> computer in the dingy little apartment that had been home for so long.<br />
And everything would be normal again. He'd go to work, arrive late as usual, get yelled at by Mr.<br />
Rhineheart, go to h<strong>is</strong> cubicle and try to look busy, get dinner, go home, vegetate in front of h<strong>is</strong> computer,<br />
fall asleep, then wake up the next day and do it all over again. He'd have a social security number, he'd<br />
pay h<strong>is</strong> taxes, and he'd help h<strong>is</strong> landlady carry out the garbage. No Agents chasing after him, nobody<br />
expecting him to save the world on a diet of glop, no navigating the sewers in a hovercraft... and no<br />
Trinity.<br />
But he supposed that everything had a price to it.<br />
Plop.<br />
Neo looked up from h<strong>is</strong> bowl to the others, picking away at their food with varying degrees of<br />
enthusiasm and enjoyment, faces bathed in the eerie white light of the ship’s fluorescent lamps. No one<br />
was talking. The only sounds in the mess hall were the quiet ones of eating and the ever-present hum<br />
of the Nebuchadnezzar.<br />
It was a surreal scene. And once again, Neo sensed it: that elusive feeling that he was being watched.<br />
And not only him, but all of them.<br />
Uneasily, he scanned the top of the wall in front of him. He wasn't too sure what he expected to find –<br />
cameras, perhaps – but there was nothing.<br />
Neo went back to staring at h<strong>is</strong> food and reluctantly consumed another two spoonfuls. Vaguely, he<br />
found himself thinking that anyone who wanted to lose weight should spend a week or two in the real<br />
world. No delicious, scrumptious eatables here to tempt you. Just your average gooey white stuff, take<br />
it or leave it.<br />
Plop.<br />
Neo gently shook the now half-empty spoon a second time, and another lump of food fell off to land in<br />
the bowl beside the first. They looked like two eyes. He used the spoon and drew a little mouth<br />
underneath them, forming a smiley face of sorts.<br />
A rare grin flicked briefly across Neo's face.<br />
The food was alive, it had a mind of its own...<br />
Stop it, said the little voice in h<strong>is</strong> head. You're thirty-seven years old, for crying out loud. Stop playing<br />
with your food and eat it up.<br />
But... he protested silently.