Post by Zeleon on May 13, 2008 19:00:31 GMT -5
/// Data Leak Detected ///
//- File Number: 400459 -//
//Priority: Green//
>>Containment Program Initiated<<
...
......SYSTEM ERROR......
>>Containment Program Halted<<
/// Data Leak Broadcast Detected ///
...
/// Current Information ///
Name: Samuel C. McClellan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Residual Self Image Information:
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175lbs.
Current Status: Blue
Priority: Green
Target's Location: Moriah Projects
Digital Biography Entry 1, Recorded Location: Unknown
...BEGINNING TRANSMISSION...
<tap, tap> I wonder if it's working... Guess so. Well, I have decided to create this digital autobiography in order to... well... preserve my own memories. A lot of weird things have been happening lately, and I just wanted to make sure I remember everything... at least the interesting things. So... here we go!
My name is Sam McClellan, and I am currently 17 years old. My mom says I was born in one of the Downtown hospitals, something about the cleanest one, but I only remember the Moriah Projects as my home. I don't really remember much of my childhood, actually, but whether I repressed bad memories or had an "encoding failure" -- that's what my teacher calls it anyway -- I don't know. Either way, the things I do remember are mostly good... mostly.
One of my first memories is from when I was about 6 years old. The older kids in my building would always talk about going to the park a few blocks away. My mom would never let me go with them, but I always heard them talk about the most fantastic things. Over and over, they would talk about jumping contests on the jungle gyms. I remember one of them saying, "Did you see how close I got? And I don't even have a scratch one me!" I always wondered why they had so much fun, but from asking one of them, I learned that the object of their game was to jump from the jungle gym and land on their stomachs without getting hurt. Looking back now, I don't know how it could have been possible, and who knows, maybe it was just my imagination.
At any rate, I listened to them for two years before my mother would let me go with them. I was so excited when I walked up the street with my friend Dominic. He was three years older than me, and I idolized him. He was so nice to me, and he was the only one of the older kids who would talk to me for more than a few minutes. As we walked, he kept talking to me about how wonderful it felt to jump, and the more he talked, the more excited I became. Then finally, we reached the park fence, and all of the other kids rushed for the biggest jungle gym in the center of the park. Of course, Dominic and I ran after them. The first kid reached the top, and I watched before a sudden fear overcame me as the boy jumped out over the ground. I rushed forward to keep the boy from falling onto the ground and killing himself, but Dominic held me back and told me to watch. I looked back at the jungle gym, and to my surprise, the boy had stopped barely an inch above the ground; he just floated there, nose only just brushing the ground. In a moment, the boy just stood back up and cheered. I was at a loss for words; I just stood there and stared. Then, Dominic tugged at my arm before leading me to the line which had formed at the "j-gym, " as he called it. We only had to wait a few minutes to get our turn at the top. I was terrified when it was my turn, but I took my position and threw myself off. I closed my eyes so tightly that my face hurt a little, but then everything seemed to slow down. I opened my eyes, and I was looking at the ground. I stood up, and everything seemed to return to normal. Still not comprehending what had just happened, I moved out of the way to let the others have their turns. Dominic was next, and when he finished, he came over and asked me how I liked it. I told him that it was a weird feeling, but that I enjoyed the rush.
Eager to get another turn, we moved to the back of the line. A few more kids jumped, but then the strangest thing happened. A huge red truck drove straight into the park, and the weirdest looking man stepped out of it. He was dressed in an all black suit, like the kind my dad wore in all of his pictures. The weirdest part, though, was what he said: "This park has been contaminated by an infestation. We must ask that you leave now." One of the oldest kids yelled back that he didn't see any bugs and that the man was wrong. Suit-Man, the name that I gave the man in the suit, told us that if we didn't leave voluntarily, we would be forced off of the premises. Then, even more strange men came out of the truck, but these weren't dressed in all black suits. They wore gas masks and yellow "hazmat" suits, which even I thought was strange for just getting rid of a few bugs. The boy started to form another retort, but the Yellow-Suits had already begun shuffling us out of the park, telling us to go back home.
Since the park had been "closed" for the day, Dominic and I decided to go back to our building. Neither of us had any idea what had happened, but we were both positive that it wasn't really bugs that the man was after. Despite that decision, we didn't go back to the park that day. Instead, we went up to my apartment and just stared out the window, trying to make some sense of it all. A few birds flew by, I remember, and it got really cold for some reason. A few more birds, almost exactly like the first set, flew by... but we just sat there, staring out.
When the sun started to go down, Dominic left for his apartment, and I went to sleep. The next day, I met Dominic and some of his friends in the 23rd floor's common room area. They were talking about going back to the park to see if the "bugs" were gone, and I decided to go with them. When we got to the park, nothing seemed any different physically, but no one could say for certain. Dominic ascended -- I've always liked that word... Oh, right -- the "j-gym" and prepared to jump. I watched with a strange feeling in my stomach, something didn't feel right. He launched himself out over the ground, and only a moment before his face connected with the dirt did he realize what had changed. He turned only enough to land, full force, on his arm; a loud crack seemed to echo throughout the park. For a moment, we all just stood astounded. Then, his agonizing moan of pain snapped us back to consciousness. The oldest girl there rushed to help him up and shouted at one of the other boys to run back to the apartment to get help.
It seemed like days before the ambulance arrived to take Dominic to the hospital, and we could only watch as the paramedics loaded him and his mother into the back before driving off. The next day, we went to Dominic's apartment to see if he was alright. He said he was, but I could tell that he was still hurting.
No one ever talked about the park again, or even thought about going back; "It's cursed," they'd say. And soon, most of the other kids forgot about the whole incident. Only Dominic and I remember it clearly. Still, I wonder if my first jump really was my last...
>>Containment Program Re-initiated<<
///Transmission Interrupted///
///Data Leak Contained///
((I hope this is at least halfway enjoyable, hehe. It's my first Matrix story, and I like it. But who knows right? =P
EDIT: Misspelled unknown...
))
//- File Number: 400459 -//
//Priority: Green//
>>Containment Program Initiated<<
...
......SYSTEM ERROR......
>>Containment Program Halted<<
/// Data Leak Broadcast Detected ///
...
/// Current Information ///
Name: Samuel C. McClellan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Residual Self Image Information:
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175lbs.
Current Status: Blue
Priority: Green
Target's Location: Moriah Projects
Digital Biography Entry 1, Recorded Location: Unknown
...BEGINNING TRANSMISSION...
<tap, tap> I wonder if it's working... Guess so. Well, I have decided to create this digital autobiography in order to... well... preserve my own memories. A lot of weird things have been happening lately, and I just wanted to make sure I remember everything... at least the interesting things. So... here we go!
My name is Sam McClellan, and I am currently 17 years old. My mom says I was born in one of the Downtown hospitals, something about the cleanest one, but I only remember the Moriah Projects as my home. I don't really remember much of my childhood, actually, but whether I repressed bad memories or had an "encoding failure" -- that's what my teacher calls it anyway -- I don't know. Either way, the things I do remember are mostly good... mostly.
One of my first memories is from when I was about 6 years old. The older kids in my building would always talk about going to the park a few blocks away. My mom would never let me go with them, but I always heard them talk about the most fantastic things. Over and over, they would talk about jumping contests on the jungle gyms. I remember one of them saying, "Did you see how close I got? And I don't even have a scratch one me!" I always wondered why they had so much fun, but from asking one of them, I learned that the object of their game was to jump from the jungle gym and land on their stomachs without getting hurt. Looking back now, I don't know how it could have been possible, and who knows, maybe it was just my imagination.
At any rate, I listened to them for two years before my mother would let me go with them. I was so excited when I walked up the street with my friend Dominic. He was three years older than me, and I idolized him. He was so nice to me, and he was the only one of the older kids who would talk to me for more than a few minutes. As we walked, he kept talking to me about how wonderful it felt to jump, and the more he talked, the more excited I became. Then finally, we reached the park fence, and all of the other kids rushed for the biggest jungle gym in the center of the park. Of course, Dominic and I ran after them. The first kid reached the top, and I watched before a sudden fear overcame me as the boy jumped out over the ground. I rushed forward to keep the boy from falling onto the ground and killing himself, but Dominic held me back and told me to watch. I looked back at the jungle gym, and to my surprise, the boy had stopped barely an inch above the ground; he just floated there, nose only just brushing the ground. In a moment, the boy just stood back up and cheered. I was at a loss for words; I just stood there and stared. Then, Dominic tugged at my arm before leading me to the line which had formed at the "j-gym, " as he called it. We only had to wait a few minutes to get our turn at the top. I was terrified when it was my turn, but I took my position and threw myself off. I closed my eyes so tightly that my face hurt a little, but then everything seemed to slow down. I opened my eyes, and I was looking at the ground. I stood up, and everything seemed to return to normal. Still not comprehending what had just happened, I moved out of the way to let the others have their turns. Dominic was next, and when he finished, he came over and asked me how I liked it. I told him that it was a weird feeling, but that I enjoyed the rush.
Eager to get another turn, we moved to the back of the line. A few more kids jumped, but then the strangest thing happened. A huge red truck drove straight into the park, and the weirdest looking man stepped out of it. He was dressed in an all black suit, like the kind my dad wore in all of his pictures. The weirdest part, though, was what he said: "This park has been contaminated by an infestation. We must ask that you leave now." One of the oldest kids yelled back that he didn't see any bugs and that the man was wrong. Suit-Man, the name that I gave the man in the suit, told us that if we didn't leave voluntarily, we would be forced off of the premises. Then, even more strange men came out of the truck, but these weren't dressed in all black suits. They wore gas masks and yellow "hazmat" suits, which even I thought was strange for just getting rid of a few bugs. The boy started to form another retort, but the Yellow-Suits had already begun shuffling us out of the park, telling us to go back home.
Since the park had been "closed" for the day, Dominic and I decided to go back to our building. Neither of us had any idea what had happened, but we were both positive that it wasn't really bugs that the man was after. Despite that decision, we didn't go back to the park that day. Instead, we went up to my apartment and just stared out the window, trying to make some sense of it all. A few birds flew by, I remember, and it got really cold for some reason. A few more birds, almost exactly like the first set, flew by... but we just sat there, staring out.
When the sun started to go down, Dominic left for his apartment, and I went to sleep. The next day, I met Dominic and some of his friends in the 23rd floor's common room area. They were talking about going back to the park to see if the "bugs" were gone, and I decided to go with them. When we got to the park, nothing seemed any different physically, but no one could say for certain. Dominic ascended -- I've always liked that word... Oh, right -- the "j-gym" and prepared to jump. I watched with a strange feeling in my stomach, something didn't feel right. He launched himself out over the ground, and only a moment before his face connected with the dirt did he realize what had changed. He turned only enough to land, full force, on his arm; a loud crack seemed to echo throughout the park. For a moment, we all just stood astounded. Then, his agonizing moan of pain snapped us back to consciousness. The oldest girl there rushed to help him up and shouted at one of the other boys to run back to the apartment to get help.
It seemed like days before the ambulance arrived to take Dominic to the hospital, and we could only watch as the paramedics loaded him and his mother into the back before driving off. The next day, we went to Dominic's apartment to see if he was alright. He said he was, but I could tell that he was still hurting.
No one ever talked about the park again, or even thought about going back; "It's cursed," they'd say. And soon, most of the other kids forgot about the whole incident. Only Dominic and I remember it clearly. Still, I wonder if my first jump really was my last...
>>Containment Program Re-initiated<<
///Transmission Interrupted///
///Data Leak Contained///
((I hope this is at least halfway enjoyable, hehe. It's my first Matrix story, and I like it. But who knows right? =P
EDIT: Misspelled unknown...
))
