Wires, stretching across the globe; Signals, reaching beyond the horizon; Data, too vast for any human to grasp; Light and sound, traveling to space and returning, unaltered. Telephones, voices accross the world; Computers, chittering at one another; Programming from other worlds of Earth; A changing, evolving and almost living thing, the Network. A creature whose existence is to serve; A created entity, spanning the globe; Touching nearly every life on Earth; As it touches each of us, wherever we are, we touch one another.
Reason for writing:
I waxe rhapsodic over e-mail...
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