My Little Program

I'm so fucking bored!

I've spent my whole life doing nothing but the same shit over and over and over again. I'm sick of it to be completely honest. Day after day it was clock in, work my ass off, clock out, go home/go out with "friends" then go home, sleep, and repeat. I honestly have no idea what I'm still doing here. I've certainly worked up enough money to enter retirement early, what with my consistence work and multiple raises and promotions. I guess I just enjoy having some structure in my life, no matter how boring.

My family? I cut ties with them long ago. Why? They were just horrible people all around, and when I turned eighteen I moved away from them. Obviously there were some golden eggs within the rotten bunch, my little cousin Lea, she was always a joy to be around. Sometimes we would create stories about all sorts of stuff, pirate, fantasy, sci-fi especially. You name it, we've imagined that. I miss those time, but I just couldn't stay around so many bad apples. It's must've been at least fifteen years since then.

Where was I? Oh right, life.

Now here I am, all the way in The Big Apple, working at a fuckin office buildings. What do you do I hear you non existent viewers asking? I work in a cubical. Day after day, and night after night. It was never really for me, but I don't want to waste any money going to a college for something I enjoy.

If I was to go to college though I would probably go into programing. It's such a vast untapped pool of incredible potential that could change the very ways we live our lives. To bad I can't afford to see it for myself.

As I was walking out of the building, I began to take in the concrete jungle around me. The crunching of passing cars going over the asphalt hits my ears like the beat of a drum. Nearby I also hear talking families and friends as they walk along the side walk. It may seem like chaos, but to me, it's peaceful and comfortable.

*BOOM*

The sound of an explosion brought me back from my inner music. Screams and panic quickly filled the area as many people ran from the sound. I wanted to as well, but for some odd reason, I felt attracted to the sound. I couldn't help but go towards the sound, to help anyone who was hurt.

I arrived at the scene, and my god I regret it. There are bodies everywhere, most of them look to be teenagers, at least the ones still intact enough to recognize. I wanted to puke, to leave and never come back, but again, that same pull brought me closer to the space of charred body parts and shattered glass.

As I got to the center of the blast zone, the cement ground was charred and blackened. I looked around to find more bodies, all of them dead. I then heard something that attracted my attention.

"H-Help me. Please."

I quickly turned my head to see a person I recognized instantly.

It was Lea.

She looked awful. Her body had both legs completely blown off, and her left arm was holding on by a thread of skin. Her eye along with the rest of the left side of her face had shrapnel sticking out of it. Once again I ignored the instincts telling me to run away and shakily approached Lea.

"Oh my god! Lea! What happened!?" I shouted, grabbing her one remaining arm, clasping her hand tightly in my own.

"A student brough-t a-a bomb an-and blew himself up." She said weakly. I couldn't believe it, this was beyond cruel. It was inhumane for someone to do this to another living being.

As I held her hand, first responders got to the scene. First Lea was takin to the hospital by the ambulance and the area searched by the police. As soon as they allowed me to leave I took off towards the hospital.

"She didn't make it." I can't believe it. She was already gone. I stood there shocked at what the doctor said.

"How?" I simply asked. I had to know.

"Some of the shrapnel from the blast ended up inside her ribcage and spinal cord, the pieces in her ribcage cut multiple veins and poked small holes in her lungs, causing the blood to enter her lungs and cause severe damage to the inside of her lungs. The shrapnel in her spinal cord caused led from the fragments to disrupt signals coming from the brain to her heart, she was dead before we had the chance to operate." He explained.

"I understand." I don't understand. Why did this happen?! Why did she have to die?! Why are humans such horrible creatures?!

As I left the hospital, I continued to think about what happened. I couldn't understand it! Why would someone do something so cruel!?

As I approached the door of my apartment, I noticed that there were scratches on the nob. Carefully clasping onto the handle, I opened the door to see my apartment completely trashed. I ran across to the entrance to my bedroom, and was instantly met with the barrel of a gun.

Suddenly I was on the ground, a bullet placed in-between my fucking eyes. My vision slowly started fading to black, as I heard voices from what felt like a mile away.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU'VE JUST MADE THIS TEN TIMES HARDER -"

I couldn't hear the end of her sentence before I faded away completely. Just my fucking luck.

I found myself in an empty space, completely black like an old computer monitor. I don't even know if I'm awake or dead, I only know that I'm aware. I have no body it seems, nor can I hear, see, or smell anything. The whole world is completely empty.

Suddenly, a single, alien letter starts falling down in front of me. It was then followed by another. Slowly, oh so slowly, the foreign text started falling faster and in greater numbers. It continued to increase until it was all I could see.

WHERE AM I? THE FUCKIN MATRIX?!?!