I am crazy busy these days. I apologize for not being around more and not posting as much as usual. Someday, perhaps, things will get back to normal. Thanks again to all those who shared my post about my t-shirt line, Fiction T’s. I’ll be drawing for the free t-shirts tomorrow.
They dragged the screaming goat into the sweltering, LED-lit cave where hulking monsters hurled beams of light across the world, billions a second.
“We have the offering,” Mark said.
The Switch sat enthroned among the machines, a wizened creature with the light of a trillion bits gleaming in empty sockets.
“Goat,” it sneered. “I need more power! More speed! Bring me human.”
“Of course.” They escaped, the goat’s dying shriek echoing as the door slammed.
“We can’t do this,” Larry said. “People won’t stand for it.”
“No, people won’t stand for Google or Facebook slowing down.”
“So . . . who?”
To me this story seems clear, but since it is sufficiently bizarre, for those who aren’t clear on the meaning, let me just say, it is as if the book Tubes, by Andrew Blum was instead written by H.P. Lovecraft. That’s all I’ve got: follow the links. Bonus points if you get the significance of the people’s names.