"The sky. One of the many wonders of the world long ago, was my favourite synthetic program in the Matrix. Although I never got a chance to see the real sky, it may be better this way. Seeing it in its green coding now, and its realistic blue colour is much better than seeing the real thing and then seeing it turn into the smoldering dark clouds that remain there for the rest of all time. I wouldn't have been able to bare seeing something so amazing and endless come to an end like that.

In the Matrix, I'd go out back into the field behind my house. I would lie down and just stare at the endless blue abyss all day long. I would figure out which cloud was which, whether it was a cirrus or a cumulonimbus. I would take these clouds and change them into the wildest beasts or the tamest of all creatures. I would create stories with the cloud princess being kidnapped by the mighty cloud giant, only to be saved by the cloud knight. Together they would ride off into the sunset, over the pink and orange clouds to wherever they felt like going.

When the sun would finally set, I would stay out longer, watching the moonrise and the blinking stars appear across the darkening sky. I looked at all the charted constellations and make my own. These constellations would revolve around the events of the day, sometimes about the old lady that crossed the street, others about the missing people. That's when I first started showing my concern for the disappearances. They couldn't all be coincidences, right? All those people wouldn't just disappear at once. Each time they said it was a hacker named Morpheus, I'd search for him online when I wasn't too busy outside.

I wasn't like everybody here. I didn't search for Morpheus or Trinity online for hours on end. I wasn't the intense hacker who lived on caffeine and takeout. I wasn't the hacker that knew his way out of almost any computer-related situation. I was different. Somehow, I came to one conclusion: How could everything in the sky be so amazing? It's far too perfect, the world is too perfect, and then I searched for Morpheus and Trinity and Neo for quick some time, probably much longer than you because I was outdoors. In the end, I never did find them, they found me. I wasn't all too serious about the whole thing. As soon as I got here though, I changed my whole view on it. Little inspiration does that sort of thing to you. You see, the sky was my inspiration; no skies here mean no inspiration for me. Of course I've found my ways to cope, but it's not the same. There are no natural forms of light blinking from above here.

In conclusion, I may have been freed differently, but we all wanted the same thing; The Truth, even if it did mean leaving something behind. Whether it be family, friends, or the sky and all its wonders."

Horus looked up from his from his papers. Some people stared off into corners, looking bored out of their minds. Others were either talking about him or something completely irrelevant to the topic. After a short awkward silence, people realized that he had finished his report and began to clap, unenthusiastically. Suddenly, a shrill bell rang. All the students around him got up and left the class quickly, leaving Horus alone with his teacher.

"Horus." Horus turned around.

"Very nice. Egyptian God of the Sky." She meant his name, of course. He nodded. He knew he really loved the sky when he changed his name to Horus.

Horus packed up his bag and made his way to leave, and placed his paper on the desk.

Trinity sat at her desk. 'He's such a bright kid.' His report on what he missed most from the Matrix had sparked her own memories. Memories of when she was a child who climbed a large oak tree in her backyard and stared at the sky.

"I love the sky too."