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Neo sat by himself in the cafeteria, poking at his breakfast and occasionally taking a bite. A randomgroup of teenagers came up to him. One of the girls tapped him on the shoulder."Are those seats taken?"Neo looked at her, communicating in that one gaze an immense amount of angst.They went away.**Neo continued sitting in the cafeteria long after he finished his food. The empty plate lay in front of him;he had not stopped looking at it for a long time, lost in thought and general angst which he was busytrying to resolve.Eventually he stood up – too many curious glances had been coming his way – and left the cafeteria.He didn't return to Block F just yet. Hands in pockets, Neo strolled the corridors of the common block,past video arcades, shops full of free things, bookstores, restaurants, cinemas, and the other usualfeatures of a regular shopping mall.He needed the time to be alone and to work things out.The breathless announcement at the door of the common room: "Keanu is fighting Neo!"Soon one end of the corridor was filled with spectators entranced by the furious kung fu sequencesbetween The One and the out-of-practice actor for whom it had been years since the last Matrix film.You do not truly know someone until you fight them.Neo was winning.**Not-Tim was starting to regret agreeing to the challenge, but there had been something about the lookon Neo's face and the sight of his outstretched hand beckoning him that had just called for an attemptedleft hook or else. So the attempted left hook was given, resulted in a nearly-twisted arm, and it hadescalated into this.Not-Tim unsuccessfully dodged a fist and winced. One day he would show others the roadmap of painthat was his body, pointing out the various interesting medical features on it: "That one's from amotorcycle accident, that one's from another motorcycle accident, that one's from yet anothermotorcycle accident, and that one's from the time one of my characters beat me up-"He was jolted painfully back to the present as Neo slammed him against the wall, one hand grabbinghim by the neck and the other in a fist ready to strike; then Neo released his grip and stepped back, afaint look of triumph in his eyes."You're good," Not-Tim gasped, panting for breath. He slid down the wall and lay on the carpet, eyesclosed and mouth open in search of more oxygen.Neo dropped down next to him and sat there. He'd had his catharsis.**