Theresa Hanson Personal Log
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"Why did I have to forget my cell phone TODAY?” Theresa mumbled angrily to herself as she ran up the steps from the subway at Camon Heights. She had just missed her train, and now she was running seriously late for that important meeting. She could just imagine the scene at the meeting room right now, their customers tapping their feet, glancing at their expensive Rolex watches, her boss gritting his teeth as she was holding the meeting the up, again, by being late… They would have to start without her, and she had to call her boss to let him know. Rummaging through her pockets, she fished out some coins, and made her way to the payphone by the Camon church.
The crowd glared at her as she approached.
“Excuse me, I just need to use the payphone, do you mind?” She started to push her way towards it, wondering what this crowd was doing here anyways, standing around a rather ordinary phone booth. She was abruptly stopped.
“Mam, I would stop if I were you,” she heard someone say behind her.
“Please, do not go further,” someone else said.
“But this is an emergency!…” Theresa responded as she pushed through and picked up the receiver.
“NO!” the crowd cried out in unison. She gave them all a surprised look. A man dressed in all white approached her. “Please, I’m expecting an important phone call… my father… he is dying…”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Shocked by this, she forgot that she was holding the receiver. Another man reached towards her, waving a cell phone at her.
“Here, you can use mine.” Theresa looked away for a moment, people were on the move as she noticed a man wearing a bandana over his face crouching down with something in his hands. “Thirty seconds…” he mumbled. Puzzled, she looked closer, but she was interrupted by the people around her yelling and shouting things she could not hear. Finally, she heard the words that got her moving.
“IT’S A BOMB!”
Horrified, she dropped the receiver and ran out of the phone booth, away from the crowd, but she was not fast enough. A flash of light blinded her, before the world turned red.
She couldn’t breathe.
Theresa forced herself up in a sitting position, unable to think clearly or figure out what was going on. Panic was holding a tight grip on her chest as she found out that she couldn’t breathe because something was blocking her airways. She clawed at her own face, pulling out her breathing tube, gasping and chocking, and finally getting a proper overview over her situation.
Naked and cold, she was sitting in a sort of container, filled with reddish goo. There seemed to be some sort of wires attached to her, and all her muscles felt so weak, just sitting up was starting to hurt. Petrified, she looked around, the goo had starting to drip into her eyes, obscuring her vision. The air was sharp and icy cold, some steam was rising from the warm liquid in the pod.
This felt too real to be a dream. She had to get out of here.
Before she got the chance to search for a way out, something dark and shiny hovered in front of her. It hovered silently for a few seconds, before it grabbed her by her neck, and she felt a sharp pain as something was moving at the back of her head. Her vision blurred further as she partially lost her consciousness, but it was regained as she suddenly felt herself sliding, along with the contents of the pod, down a narrow tube. There was no time to scream before she hit the water.
Oh my God, I’m gonna drown.
All Theresa could do was splashing around helplessly. Her muscles were aching, she didn’t even know how to swim. Something made out of metal closed itself around her body, and she found herself lifted up from the water. Still panicking, but now exhausted, she now felt the comfort of a blanket being wrapped around her, and strong arms picked her up and carried her away. She closed her eyes from the bright light that blinded her as she was put down on a surface, a pillow was put under her bald head.
“I… I…”
“Shh, rest now.” A needle penetrated the plug on her right arm, and the exhausted girl quickly fell asleep.
**Four Days Later**
Her eyes snapped open as she awoke from her deep sleep. She was still laying on the table she was first put on, but this time, her muscles felt strong again, and she quickly sat up, looking around her. The first thing she noticed was that there were two other tables in the room, a person was laying on each one, both covered in needles.
“Greetings.”
Theresa’s head snapped over at the opposite direction, facing the owner of the voice, a man in worn out clothes and Brown hair was standing by her.
“My name is Warboy.”
“Whe… where am I?” She was trembling slightly from the shock of her new surroundings.
“Well here’s the load down. You've been living a fake life in a fake world; it’s called the Matrix. It’s a computer program, that’s why you have computer ports all over you.” He tossed something over to her. “Here are some clothes, put them on. I’ll be outside the door, report to me when you’re done.” Theresa was unable to respond. She just stared at him with her mouth open, trying to comprehend what he so bluntly just spilled at her.
“And please hurry.” He walked over to the door, that looked like the kind she expected to see on a submarine, opened it and closed it after himself. Theresa felt numb, it still took some time before she went through the pile of clothes, put them on and left the blanket she had been covered in by the table as she went after this Warboy.
“Very well. Now, follow me.” She followed after him through the ship, until they stopped at what seemed like a big computer terminal, and a set of recliner chairs. He turned to face her.
“Ok, here is the deal. I need you to help me. There are 9 others on this ship that need medical treatment.”
“I… I can’t.”
”Do you want to eat?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Then you will help.” She looked away, and took a deep, shaking breath.
“Sorry for the rudeness, but it’s hard times on my ship. Sit down right here.” Not daring to do anything else, she obeyed and sat down in the chair he was gesturing at. She didn’t know what to expect to happen. Warboy put his hand on her forehead, her body jolted in surprise and discomfort as the jack slid into the port at the back of her head.
“What the hell!”
Warboy didn’t respond, he sat down in a different looking chair, and started typing on one of the keyboards. He fumbled with something out of her view.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was shaky. Still no response. Instead, a stream of information hit her brain like a sledgehammer, her eyes rolled back in her head for a few seconds, and as quickly as the data stream had started, it stopped.
“Now you know how,” he simply said, and removed the jack from her head. “You will find a med kit by the door in the medical bay, get cracking.” With a heavy heart, she immediately turned her back at him, and made her way back to the ship’s medical bay.
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"Why did I have to forget my cell phone TODAY?” Theresa mumbled angrily to herself as she ran up the steps from the subway at Camon Heights. She had just missed her train, and now she was running seriously late for that important meeting. She could just imagine the scene at the meeting room right now, their customers tapping their feet, glancing at their expensive Rolex watches, her boss gritting his teeth as she was holding the meeting the up, again, by being late… They would have to start without her, and she had to call her boss to let him know. Rummaging through her pockets, she fished out some coins, and made her way to the payphone by the Camon church.
The crowd glared at her as she approached.
“Excuse me, I just need to use the payphone, do you mind?” She started to push her way towards it, wondering what this crowd was doing here anyways, standing around a rather ordinary phone booth. She was abruptly stopped.
“Mam, I would stop if I were you,” she heard someone say behind her.
“Please, do not go further,” someone else said.
“But this is an emergency!…” Theresa responded as she pushed through and picked up the receiver.
“NO!” the crowd cried out in unison. She gave them all a surprised look. A man dressed in all white approached her. “Please, I’m expecting an important phone call… my father… he is dying…”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Shocked by this, she forgot that she was holding the receiver. Another man reached towards her, waving a cell phone at her.
“Here, you can use mine.” Theresa looked away for a moment, people were on the move as she noticed a man wearing a bandana over his face crouching down with something in his hands. “Thirty seconds…” he mumbled. Puzzled, she looked closer, but she was interrupted by the people around her yelling and shouting things she could not hear. Finally, she heard the words that got her moving.
“IT’S A BOMB!”
Horrified, she dropped the receiver and ran out of the phone booth, away from the crowd, but she was not fast enough. A flash of light blinded her, before the world turned red.
She couldn’t breathe.
Theresa forced herself up in a sitting position, unable to think clearly or figure out what was going on. Panic was holding a tight grip on her chest as she found out that she couldn’t breathe because something was blocking her airways. She clawed at her own face, pulling out her breathing tube, gasping and chocking, and finally getting a proper overview over her situation.
Naked and cold, she was sitting in a sort of container, filled with reddish goo. There seemed to be some sort of wires attached to her, and all her muscles felt so weak, just sitting up was starting to hurt. Petrified, she looked around, the goo had starting to drip into her eyes, obscuring her vision. The air was sharp and icy cold, some steam was rising from the warm liquid in the pod.
This felt too real to be a dream. She had to get out of here.
Before she got the chance to search for a way out, something dark and shiny hovered in front of her. It hovered silently for a few seconds, before it grabbed her by her neck, and she felt a sharp pain as something was moving at the back of her head. Her vision blurred further as she partially lost her consciousness, but it was regained as she suddenly felt herself sliding, along with the contents of the pod, down a narrow tube. There was no time to scream before she hit the water.
Oh my God, I’m gonna drown.
All Theresa could do was splashing around helplessly. Her muscles were aching, she didn’t even know how to swim. Something made out of metal closed itself around her body, and she found herself lifted up from the water. Still panicking, but now exhausted, she now felt the comfort of a blanket being wrapped around her, and strong arms picked her up and carried her away. She closed her eyes from the bright light that blinded her as she was put down on a surface, a pillow was put under her bald head.
“I… I…”
“Shh, rest now.” A needle penetrated the plug on her right arm, and the exhausted girl quickly fell asleep.
**Four Days Later**
Her eyes snapped open as she awoke from her deep sleep. She was still laying on the table she was first put on, but this time, her muscles felt strong again, and she quickly sat up, looking around her. The first thing she noticed was that there were two other tables in the room, a person was laying on each one, both covered in needles.
“Greetings.”
Theresa’s head snapped over at the opposite direction, facing the owner of the voice, a man in worn out clothes and Brown hair was standing by her.
“My name is Warboy.”
“Whe… where am I?” She was trembling slightly from the shock of her new surroundings.
“Well here’s the load down. You've been living a fake life in a fake world; it’s called the Matrix. It’s a computer program, that’s why you have computer ports all over you.” He tossed something over to her. “Here are some clothes, put them on. I’ll be outside the door, report to me when you’re done.” Theresa was unable to respond. She just stared at him with her mouth open, trying to comprehend what he so bluntly just spilled at her.
“And please hurry.” He walked over to the door, that looked like the kind she expected to see on a submarine, opened it and closed it after himself. Theresa felt numb, it still took some time before she went through the pile of clothes, put them on and left the blanket she had been covered in by the table as she went after this Warboy.
“Very well. Now, follow me.” She followed after him through the ship, until they stopped at what seemed like a big computer terminal, and a set of recliner chairs. He turned to face her.
“Ok, here is the deal. I need you to help me. There are 9 others on this ship that need medical treatment.”
“I… I can’t.”
”Do you want to eat?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Then you will help.” She looked away, and took a deep, shaking breath.
“Sorry for the rudeness, but it’s hard times on my ship. Sit down right here.” Not daring to do anything else, she obeyed and sat down in the chair he was gesturing at. She didn’t know what to expect to happen. Warboy put his hand on her forehead, her body jolted in surprise and discomfort as the jack slid into the port at the back of her head.
“What the hell!”
Warboy didn’t respond, he sat down in a different looking chair, and started typing on one of the keyboards. He fumbled with something out of her view.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was shaky. Still no response. Instead, a stream of information hit her brain like a sledgehammer, her eyes rolled back in her head for a few seconds, and as quickly as the data stream had started, it stopped.
“Now you know how,” he simply said, and removed the jack from her head. “You will find a med kit by the door in the medical bay, get cracking.” With a heavy heart, she immediately turned her back at him, and made her way back to the ship’s medical bay.