in the Read-Only Room
May. 24th, 2007 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a1enzoThe Read-Only Room's main window is littered with packets of microchips: empty, full, and spilled across its surface. Several cups are similarly disposed, except (fortunately) for the spillage. On another window - this one vertically oriented - is playing a more-or-less accurate but otherwise flat-out embarrassing reenactment of the adventures of Enzo Matrix Mk. 1.
Enzo Matrix Mk. 2 is sitting on a chair-configured zipboard with his feet up on the main window, slurping away at yet another energy shake. He's already watched through his other self's entire saga; now he's reviewing the highlights. Lousy acting or not, cheap sets or not, there's something really gripping about watching your own eye being gouged out.
"Game over," announces a somewhat wobbly voice as a purple cube is raised from the miniature set by a clearly visible rope. "User wins."
"Noooooo!" cries a binome who sounds nothing like Sis. (Honestly, do they even try?)
Enzo Matrix Mk. 2 is sitting on a chair-configured zipboard with his feet up on the main window, slurping away at yet another energy shake. He's already watched through his other self's entire saga; now he's reviewing the highlights. Lousy acting or not, cheap sets or not, there's something really gripping about watching your own eye being gouged out.
"Game over," announces a somewhat wobbly voice as a purple cube is raised from the miniature set by a clearly visible rope. "User wins."
"Noooooo!" cries a binome who sounds nothing like Sis. (Honestly, do they even try?)
