Interlife: 2010

Entering the Kitchen, you see that you hve 1 new message that hasn't been listened to yet. You proceed to push the "play" button.

"You have 1 new message"

Beep:
"Hi Jack,"

"You hear about that whole internet PWN bullshit? What's that all about, I wonder. Well, if you don't call back soon I'll check up on it myself. Roomers abound that it's, like... a whole new internet created out of life and we'll no longer need computers. In exchange, though, our lives are "Going Digital." I'm seeing random TV Ads on such a feet of impossibility.

"Call me back if you have any more information on it. I'm planning on going on Skype, or email, or something, but this shit scairs the living piss out of me.

Earl"

You remember Earl from somewhere, but you don't exactly remember where. Anyway, you decide to press the "Return Call" button on your answering machine which dialed Earls number.

"Yo?"

"Hey Earl, it's Jack."

"Oh, Yo." "You find any information?"

"Nope." "Didn't turn on my computer this morning."
"Damn, what's the date anyway?"
"The second, remember? The PWN happened last night."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." you say, breathing out a si of releaf.

"So should we all go to our computers and see what the flying Fuck is going on? And by all, I mean both, Earl said
"Yeah why not," you state
"Okay, and if we don't see each other again, I'm making my "RIP" wishes here and now. RIP to the both of us..."

"See ya." "RIP" and you gently hang up the phone where it will probably never be touched again.

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