They always said that the year 2000 would shut down the World Wide Web. It didn’t and we survived. In fact, the World Wide Web grew and grew until it began to replace a lot of things our grandparents would groan about today. No longer did we need to purchase books. We could download one to be read on a reader. No longer did we need human publishers. We could publish our stories ourselves and promote them as necessary too. Jobs began to be lost as more and more industries were overtaken by the sophisticated World Wide Web.
We worked hard to develop the perfect Unix systems, and passed laws demanding that all computers be replaced with the new ones. Then, we became so dependent on the technology that it dominated our lives. People didn’t have face to face correspondence anymore. They simply flipped up their Skype and talked that way. I’d even heard stories about people having Thanksgiving dinner together without ever leaving their homes because of Skype!
Someone even coined a name for this stage in our lives. It became known as the Ascetic Age. You could be as private as you wanted to be with no repercussions. People even did their grocery shopping through the internet. No one needed to leave their house for anything. So they didn’t.
Wars were no longer battled with guns and bombs. They were done online, with one party sending the other a virus until one of them was completely defeated. A nation left without internet was a nation set up to fall. There were no bargaining chips, no trade commerce, nothing, as it all happened via the internet. If you couldn’t access the World Wide Web, how could you possibly thrive?
The answer? You couldn’t.
At least that was how it used to be. The world at peace was short lived. It only lasted a century before someone found a way around it. It’s unnatural to not have war or disagree with someone. Arguments didn’t exist because it was too easy to push the off button and disconnect them. Someone decided they didn’t like this.
Someone knew exactly where to plant the virus that would cause the whole world to get sick. It spread rapidly from computer to computer, website to website until none were safe and the whole world was shut off. The internet crashed and people found themselves alone, unable to buy food, check on loved ones, or even wash themselves.
As human existence began to crumble, people started leaving their homes seeking restitution and relief from their darkness. People started reliving the life they hadn’t known in over a century, finding themselves resilient and resourceful, tapping into talents they didn’t know they had. Slowly, one by one, the world revived. The highways were clogged with cars once more, polluting the atmosphere. Phone lines were tested, modernized and re-opened. Store fronts were polished and Open signs were dusted off. City streets were filled with bodies tredging their way to work once more.
Socialization held new meaning. Virtual hugs were given a new definition as real hugs were passed around instead. The fine art of sharing was re-mastered, and old-fashioned wars were declared. Heads that hung in Skype were held high as they basked in the comfort of friendship. Families once divided were rejoined. Life on Earth was good again.
You could blame it on the Samba, but if you ask me, it was bound to happen anyway.
For the Indie Ink Writing Challenge this week, SNHamlett challenged me with “blame it on the Samba.” I challenged Brett Myers with “Star light, star bright, first star I see in the sky tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. What did you wish for?”
Concrit is always welcomed.