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Neo blinked, and in that instant, everything changed.
Gone were the flashing maelstrom of vibrant, menacing colors that had emanated from the club’s multiple strobe lights. Gone were the howling, screeching sounds of those who had congregated in that twisted vision of Dante’s Inferno, their cries rising to the sound of electric guitars and the beat of a drum. Gone were the droplets of rain that poured in through the shattered skylight, gone were the mirror visions of an old adversary, a smirk on every face. Gone were the crew of the Logos, gone was his mentor Morpheus, gone was the only truth he had ever relied on since being freed from the world of the Machines, the woman he loved.
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* 20 Years Ago - 1979 - Age 17 *
"Thomas!" the brown-eyed dark-haired mother yelled, "Thomas! Your breakfast is ready!"
Scraping the pans with her dull spatula, Michelle Anderson scooped the greasy bacon and sunny-side-up eggs from the pans, and tossed them onto the plastic lime-green plate. Flinging her towel onto the kitchen counter, she yelled even louder. "Thomas!"
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