Serial.experiment Lain -

Lain looked at her hands. She could see the circuits now, glowing faintly under the skin. The Wired wasn’t a place you visited . It was a place you remembered . And she was the one who remembered it most clearly.

She met herself in an abandoned server farm beneath the city. The Other Lain wore the same school uniform, but her hair was made of light, and her voice was the sound of a billion handshakes. serial.experiment lain

“Are you still connected?”

But sometimes, late at night, a girl named Alice will feel a warmth on the back of her neck—a feeling like someone is watching over her, brushing her hair with invisible fingers. And on her phone, a text message will appear, timestamped from no known network. Lain looked at her hands