Day five is all the way live. Fervid tesserect pulses of fiery electric sont swarm electron-style into cyber-season, quaternary and non-sensate. Or something.

Do you feel more connected now, world? The worldwide web is is named that for a reason you know, a mesh of sizzling electrons circling you, criss-crossing all around your mighty girth. You might not even notice, you’re so freakin’ gigantic. But webs are meant to catch, and we just snagged the biggest ball in history. Think we got us a live one!

Pretty funny, huh? Us catching you. Fat chance. Maybe someday, in a few hundred thousand years or something, if we can last that long, but right now we’re still just scramblers-on-your-surface, like everybody else you so lovingly evolved, though we have learned to jump way higher than any of your other tykes.

Sorry we’re hogging all the goodies, but you’re so yummy, can you blame us? Not our fault we’ve only evolved as a species to the level of hungry children. You must have known something like this might happen, or you (or your boss) wouldn’t have made us so needy, or you so very delicious in every way. Just hang on for another few thousand years and we might grow a brain. We are growing, you know…. just… need… more… time………..

Thanks for all the what we like to call “resources”. Ha. The other species call it, “Hey, what happened to my [X]?”

I remain your,

LWIII