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| WEB TRANSLATORS NOTE: Reality, is very real, the Internet was perceived, at best, as a virtual reality, there was some concern as to the fact that the signal from the live parties could be traced and the participants arrested, for all the unwebbed knew, Glitter was an undercover POLICE AGENT. Whilst Glitter knew the impossibility factors involved in the intercepting and tracing his web connections of the actual broadcast, but when he would try to explain, well let's just say, it has always been difficult for the unwebbed to understand nerdgibberish, usually he tried to avoid the whole subject. |
Scene Two.
In search of a Web Hour.
'So what exactly is it you do on the Internet?' asked the unwebbed dude with the herbs for sale.
'I develop an ICP for a GNA.
'What?'
'Sorry, I forgot Y'all
don't grok webspeak, I provide content to the entertainment segment of the wwweb, an ICP
is an Internet Content Provider and I provide interest specific content for a Global Niche
Audience, GNA. That's why I'm out here in the unwebbed world, I'm looking for some web stars, I mean you look interesting enough
to entertain the world for as long as it takes to pull a cone of peace herbs through a
scale model of the peace pipe, any one here know any good places to hold a PPParty?
'How about my back yard?' said an unwebbed woman with a back yard, 'you could set the
camera up on my back porch and then hold your thingo down in the bush.'
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| WEB TRANSLATORS NOTE: Whilst this is a wonderful view for any back yard, majestic gum trees rising in an elegant display of bio mass in action, it is not near enough to the power or phone lines to be a viable site in the NOW. |
'Thanks, I would like to use as a back up site, if I may. The primary reason for my trek out here this week is to catch up with a couple of my location scouts.' said Glitter.
'Where are you looking?' said the unwebbed dude with the herbs for sale.
'Everywhere along the East Coast Elevator.'
'So how big is the conspiracy?' said the unwebbed dude that lived across the street from the unwebbed woman with the back yard who "knew" the dude with the herbs for sale and hence his inclusion in this story.
'Global.' stated Glitter exactly.
'Global? That's no answer.' said the unwebbed dude with the herbs for sale.
'It's the only one that fits, there are Big Bong believers spread all over the world.' Glitter showed them the direct email lists. 'Here are the E-ddresses of all the dudes who have signed the poll petition thus far, this file and this file and this file and this file.
| WEB TRANSLATORS NOTE: The actual list is not shown for spam harvest reasons. |
'Cool.' came the chorus.
'Do you reckon they'll ever let you build it?' said the unwebbed dude that lived across the street.
'Which THEY?'
'Them, the government.'
'It's not up to them, they actually can't stop me building it if I make it safely & exactly according to plan.'
'Who is drawing the Plans?' asked the woman with the unwebbed back yard.
'Well I'm thinking of holding a competition, but I have to finalize exactly where I'm going to build it before I find out exactly what building code I need to work with-in.'
"When you build it can we come?' came the inevitable cliche.
'Long as you are wearing a ticket.' said a smiling Glitter.
'I have got one question, why aren't we live to the net right now?'said the unwebbed dude that lived across the street.
'There is an ISD Bar on the phone, the only ISP with-in local phone range is down for repairs and there is a thunderstorm rolling in off the coast and it's not 4:20 yet, but don't worry, I'll be back this way soon enough, we'll do it then.'
'Okay, we'll have a PPParty ready for you next time you turn up.'enthused the unwebbed woman who wanted a webbed back yard.
'Do you want to pay for the ganja now?' said the unwebbed dude with the herbs for sale.
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