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Back at her desk after doing a few jobs Zardinia realized that she needed to make a few emails to her friends about her party on weekend, but of course this was no longer possible as Internet was down. After making a few calls she got onto her good friend Tommy Vasquez. After one of his patented jokes directed at her about lack of romance in a single person’s lifestyle, she unfortunately didn’t realize how loud she had been laughing. Again a looming presence of towering shadow blocked out light in front of her.
“Oh man.” She mumbled to herself. Another thought swam slowly through her mind, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this guy so many times in one day.”
“Miss Zaffas, I’m sure that is not a personal call. Is it?” Mr. Stevenson was starting to resemble a hydroponically grown candy apple red tomato.
“I’ve got to go Tommy.” Hanging up phone quickly Zardinia looked down sheepishly, but then suddenly stood up and looked Stevenson directly in eye. This silenced man and she went back to work at her computer as Stevenson walked away shaking his head in bewilderment. After working for a while she realized how much she missed searching Web for all random interesting thoughts that passed through her mind everyday.
“Not having Net really sucks. It’s like I’m addicted or something. Or is it that I just can’t get away with murder anymore.” She whispered out loud.
Zardinia could be addicted to Internet, a lot of people are; most of good things in life have people who just can’t have enough of them. But I think in Zardinia’s case it’s more fact that she’s gotten used to hidden freedoms lying in Web. It is often case that we only realize how important and useful something is when we no longer have it. Maybe we need to have more appreciation and gratitude for this new tool that so many of us use without even thinking.
Jesse S. Somer, M6.Net http://www.m6.net Jesse S. Somer is a storyteller spinning tales in the nebulous reality of virtuosity.