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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.