Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)

paper into the wire rack above his bed instead, next to his clothes where he could take it out to look at
whenever he wanted.
Neo then picked up the box on the floor, now empty save for Lyman’s note. He crushed the paper and
dropped it into the box, then closed the lid and returned it to the shelf before sitting back down on his
bed to think about his latest find.
Somehow, the sunglasses were a sign of hope for him. It was comforting to know that despite the
seemingly dilapidated state of the world he lived in, there still remained remnants of a better life,
somewhere out there. They might come in forms as minor as a pair of really cool sunglasses… but if
those existed, what more was there out there, hidden beneath the ruins of the human cities Fragments
of life in the past… happier times, perhaps; souvenirs of the days when humankind was still in control.
Just a pair of sunglasses… It seemed an anachronism, here on the ship. It belonged to a different time:
a time he used to know, or thought he knew. The sunglasses were the only real reminder of the life he’d
known for so many years. They were something real that he could see and hold and touch and know
was not just some artificial digital construction that would vanish the moment he jacked out...
Just a pair of sunglasses. A really cool pair, but just sunglasses all the same.
Neo shifted his gaze back to the shelf, where more boxes lay, unopened. He wondered what they might
hold.
Maybe another time he’d go and see.
Chapter Sixteen
15 h November 1895, Friday
Hill Valley, California
Emmett Brown paid a visit to BTTF.com as Marty had told him to, surfed around a little, and decided
after a while that the website was possibly the most fascinating site that he had ever seen.
Furthermore, according to the readout on the computer-like device that monitored the abnormal access
to the Internet, the site wasn’t just coming from the future but also another reality or dimension
altogether.
That was very fascinating.
Emmett was also especially intrigued by the fact that in that other world, he and Marty appeared to be
part of a fictional movie along with practically everyone and everything else they knew personally.
That too was very fascinating.
The only problem was that if he could manage to access a website he shouldn’t have normally been
able to, it could mean only one thing – something was going wrong.
And that wasn’t exactly a very fascinating thought.
Emmett would have thought it safer to just abandon the entire project before things got any worse, but
he knew how much it meant to Marty… and him too, he supposed. The best thing he could do about the
problem was to try and see what he could do to eliminate it without placing the entire system at risk.
**
Verne ran up to his brother that afternoon when school finished. “I changed my e-mail address,” he
said.
Jules glared at him, then took a quick look around to make sure no one was listening. “Don’t talk about
that here!” he hissed furiously under his breath. “You know what Dad says about this! “
Verne scowled and rolled his eyes, angry at being corrected. “It’s not like anyone here would know what
e-mail is.”
“Precisely, you dolt! What if they wonder what we’re talking about What if they suspect we’re doing
something we’re not supposed to”