Boxjelly1

An evening rain pattered softly upon the window, tapping coded messages against the glass. 00101101 Storms like that were rare within the Matrix. The program was designed to pacify its prisoners, not alarm them. Now that the source of the disruption had calmed, the weather algorithm was attempting to restabilize. Periodic flashes of lightning still flickered against the sky, but the thunder had all but subsided as the downpour withdrew. Smith sat in bed, studying the sleeping woman at his side. Audrey was facing him, one hand supporting the pillow under her head, the other resting on his stomach. Before passing out, she'd halfheartedly pulled a sheet over her shoulders, snuggled close to him and mumbled, "Don't let me fall asleep." Her breathing patterns a moment later suggested the deed was already done. Knowing that humans required rest for good mental and physical health, Smith decided not to wake her. With every breath, Audrey's body would rise and fall. The movement beneath