serial experiments lain

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Click. Click. Click. Click.

The hands paused. Smooth hands. Pale hands. Hands pale from lack of sunlight. She looked at what she wrote carefully, studying it thoroughly as though it were not her name in truth.

Lain.

It was her name. Memories coexisted amongst a reality on this plain, memories that sketched out that that was what others called her. Yes, Lain was her name.

Fingers traced the words portrayed on the screen. How many hours had she been sitting here? It almost didn't matter. Access to the Wired interface through her navi was so simply done now. She lost all sense of time while connected.

"Lain!"

A...risu... Arisu!

The cold of wires on her skin was a far away sensation even as she pulled her body from the tangled masses hanging from the ceiling and extending from towers and monitors or stretching across her floor. That voice seemed so familliar... Arisu! Her best friend. Yes, it was familliar.

Lain glanced down at her hands as she stood from her chair and slowly moved toward her window. Pale hands. Hands with access. They almost didn't seem real. Almost. Neither did the outside, with it's bright greens so vibrant, and blue sky so clear. And Arisu, standing below her window waiting. Arisu...