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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But Verne continued to dream.<br />
Chapter Three<br />
Somewhere in the late twenty-second or early twenty-third century<br />
About two months after The Matrix<br />
Onboard the Nebuchadnezzar<br />
The hovercraft moved silently through the underground sewers.<br />
Neo lay on h<strong>is</strong> bed in the darkness of h<strong>is</strong> cabin, l<strong>is</strong>tening to the quiet hum of the Nebuchadnezzar’s<br />
engines and hoping that the storage compartment hanging over h<strong>is</strong> bed would not decide to fall on him.<br />
If you fall on me, I’ll bash you, he thought darkly. And I know kung fu, so I can probably bash you pretty<br />
hard. Neo gave the wire frame of the storage compartment a warning look and then wondered why he<br />
even bothered.<br />
He rolled over in bed and stared at the metal wall, stained here and there with bits of grime, rust, and<br />
who knew what else. Staring so intently at it made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he rolled back over<br />
and tried once more to fall asleep.<br />
He’d spent the better half of that day flying around inside the Matrix and freaking out the occasional<br />
person who might spot him. Some time later, he had gone to get himself a cup of coffee from Starbucks<br />
for no apparent reason other than the fact that he m<strong>is</strong>sed the beverage. So what if it wasn’t actually<br />
real The taste of the drink was good enough for him; in fact, it had been so good that he’d bought<br />
another cup. Unfortunately, Neo had overlooked one of the more common side effects of consuming<br />
too much caffeine. Somehow he’d never thought that it would be an <strong>is</strong>sue, what with the coffee not<br />
being real and all that.<br />
The mind makes it real, Morpheus had once said to him what, a month or two ago It felt much less<br />
than that.<br />
The mind makes it real. For some reason, Neo had always thought that that only applied to injuries,<br />
death, and that sort of thing.<br />
Apparently, though, that wasn’t the case.<br />
So here he was now, suffering from insomnia because of too much digital-coffee-derived imaginary<br />
caffeine in h<strong>is</strong> system. It was kind of pathetic, when he came to think of it. Neo closed h<strong>is</strong> eyes. “There<br />
<strong>is</strong> no caffeine,” he thought aloud, waited a few seconds to let the words sink in, then opened h<strong>is</strong> eyes<br />
again. It didn’t seem to be working. He swore under h<strong>is</strong> breath.<br />
Maybe it would help if he walked around a little. Getting off the bed, Neo left h<strong>is</strong> cabin and turned right<br />
into the dimly lit corridor, running h<strong>is</strong> fingers lightly against the wall, which soon turned out to be a<br />
m<strong>is</strong>take for the walls were kind of greasy.<br />
Several seconds later, he entered the mess hall, illuminated at th<strong>is</strong> time by a single light near the food<br />
d<strong>is</strong>pensers. Ah, the wonderful food d<strong>is</strong>pensers that d<strong>is</strong>pensed the nutritious glop which the crew of the<br />
Nebuchadnezzar had to eat three meals a day, twenty-four seven.<br />
The mess hall was empty and devoid of any life forms, humans or otherw<strong>is</strong>e. That <strong>is</strong>, unless you were<br />
one of those people who believed the rumours that the aforementioned nutritious glop had a mind of its<br />
own and came alive at night.<br />
Neo m<strong>is</strong>sed real food. Then he real<strong>is</strong>ed that he’d never actually had real food before. Until he was<br />
unplugged, he had been just another one of the many billions of humans jacked into the Matrix – living<br />
off nutrients fed through tubes, with the occasional dead guy thrown into the mix. But at least he hadn’t<br />
known back then that the slice of pepperoni pizza he was eating technically didn’t ex<strong>is</strong>t and was merely<br />
an artificial construct of the Matrix.<br />
Ignorance was bl<strong>is</strong>s. Neo wondered what a real Big Mac would taste like. Two flame-grilled patties,<br />
lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, on a sesame seed bun… Oh, great. Now he was hungry, and save for the<br />
possibly alive stuff in the food d<strong>is</strong>penser – which was a rather unappet<strong>is</strong>ing option – there wasn’t<br />
anything to eat.