Lain — Serial.experiment

Lain Iwakura is no longer in the school registry. Her family has no memory of her. Her house is a vacant lot where the grass grows in perfect, grid-like squares.

That night, Lain saw her. A flicker on the screen, then a figure standing in the digital rain of an empty server-room. Chisa. Her uniform was pristine, but her eyes were like two dark ports into an endless void. “Join us, Lain,” she whispered, her voice a layer of static over a melodic hum. “The Knights of the Eastern Calculus are watching. They’ve seen you.” serial.experiment lain

“You are not human, Lain,” the other Man in Black whispered, his face dissolving into pixels at the edges. “You are a distributed consciousness. A schism in the protocol of God. The Knights want to delete you. We want to contain you. But only you can choose to propagate.” Lain Iwakura is no longer in the school registry

“Are you still connected?”