present time
present day

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Serial Experiments Lain: The Wired.
-by Mercutio.


It had begun as a fairly ordinary day for Iwakura Lain. Get up, wash, eat, 
put silly hat on, walk through weird bloodstained shadows to the train, 
listen to the power transformer hum....... the basics.

School was fairly usual as well. She handed in her homwework. The teachers 
gave more homework. The circle of life continued.

She had an apple for lunch.

It was tasty.

Then in fifth period, right in the middle of copying down math equations, the 
room suddenly decided to go on a psychedelix twisty fun whacky hyper spinny 
whirl while her fingertips spewed  white smoke into the air and the teachers 
voice became an odd, almost otherworldly cacaphony to her ears.

Being used to this as well, Lain grabbed her head with her hands, shut her 
eyes, and tried mightily not to throw up.

And when she did open her eyes again, and looked up at the chalkboard....

COME TO THE WIRED AS SOON AS YOU CAN.

That probably wasn't good.

****

The strange sedan parked outside her house seemed to be empty today, Lain  
noted absently as she made her way inside. That was good. She was begginning 
to tire of running in fear for no apparent reason.

She reached for the door to her room, opened it, and stepped back in surprise 
as the tall, imposing black man (bald, she noticed absently) in the 
trenchcoat and dark sunglasses looked down at her. He would have had to have 
been standing with his nose practically agianst the door. 

"Huh-who are y-you?" she said nervously, taking a step backward, "H-how did 
you get in-inside....." 

The man ignored her questions, instead taking a step forward to match the one 
she had taken back. His face loomed impressively above her, his stark 
sunglasses glinting with reflected light. 

He spoke.

"Do you wish to know of The Wired, Iwakura Lain?"

The Wired.

DID she wish to know of The Wired?

Well.......

Lain swallowed once, and nodded. "hai......" she said softly.

The man held out his hand, and opened it, revealing two small pills that 
looked not unlike NyQuil tablets. 

One was Red.

The other was Blue.

"Unfortunatly," he said, "nobody can be TOLD what The Wired is. You have to 
experience it for yourself."





THE WIRED HAS YOU.
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What? You didn't think I'd actually LABEL my spamfics as such, do you?

Dedictaed to Matthew Lewis, from whom I stole this idea. And he said I wasn't 
this shameless....... ha!!!!!

SE Lain belongs to whoever the hell owns it. Ditto for Morpheus and The 
Matrix.

This was a Matrix rip, BTW.

In case you didn't get it.

-Mercutio
"And now, let's pause for a moment of rational thought."
Katsuhiko Jinnai.