Who am I? I ask as I watch the sun rise through the humming power lines. Am I the Lain of the wired? Am I the Lain here? I'm me aren't I? Aren't I??? I don't know anymore. Ever since I started tinkering with the Navi computer system...maybe even before that... I haven't been sure. The Internet...the Wired. It's another world entirely. It has its own rules, its own people. It has demons... and gods. And I am one of them. What will this day bring? The halflight of dawn shines through my window and reminds me of the stuffed animals that used to sit there. Where has my childhood...my innocence gone? It's hidden now in the green liquids and hunks of black metal machinery that power my current computer system. My computer is more than a computer now. It's an organism. A living, breathing monstrosity that threatens to fill the entire room. Gigantic puddles of condensation sit on the floor from the workings of the operating system. But I am a part of it...and it is a part of me. We are one and the same. I too, am a monster. I miss Alice. She was such a friend before...but now I think she's afraid of me. I don't blame her. I'm afraid of me too. Am I God? Who is the real God? Do I really want to know? These questions plague me, and drive me forward in my blind quest. An odd thought comes to me as the window brightens with daylight: today is a school day. School! It seems such a far off concept to me now! But I cannot be bothered with it. Not when I'm so close to the truth. I get up and walk to my collection of monitors."Hello, Navi" I greet the operating system. "Hello, Lain" It responds mechanically "Show video RW21-426: Sun rising over lake" I order. Instantly one of the monitors shows the scene. I always liked this one. I like how the golden reflection of the sun on the lake hide everthing else from view. It reminds me of the outside world and the Wired. Suddenly I have a thought. Maybe I could just delete myself from the Wired! Maybe then I could live a normal life. "Navi, bring up all files relating to Iwakura Lain." The monitors flash with birth certificates, hospital records, school transcripts, and the like. One by one I delete them. There is only one I hesitate at. It isn't like the others...right before I utter the word "Delete" I seem to see the words 'Acute Paranoid Schizophrenia' and 'escaped' and 'obsession with Internet.' But I cannot allow this to distract me. I delete this too and move on down the list as people rise with the sun and prepare for the day, unaware of their place in the Wired...