What I said was nothing. I just smiled and shrugged. What I wanted to say was, "I'd dress more like you if I could, but the aging cowboy stripper look never suited me. I just don't have the comb-over or the skin like orange naugahyde to pull it off." I didn't, though. I just smiled and shrugged.
But that's a story for another time, a time that never will come. On to other things, stories for which this is the time.
They broke the hell out, that's what happened. The Man shoved the people into little boxes and the people broke the hell out. Why? Because people realized long ago that it is not good for humans to be alone. Thousands of years ago they wrote it on the lips of God. This is what drove techno-heroes, geeks in shining armor, to build a new tower of Babel. And now we tunnel through the cube and escape without leaving the building. Now we reach out and touch each other from everywhere to everywhere. Now we carry our world in our pockets. They block a port and we open another. If, as one people working together, they are able to do this, then nothing they try to do will be impossible for them. That damned right, I think. Can you hear me now?
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Love.
