Stop.
Hey! I said stop.
THINK.
What are you looking at?
Answer the question.
A computer.
NO. Try again.
A web browser.
Nope. You're missing the point.
You're looking at information.
The computer, the Net, everything is about information.
Never forget it.
Its easy really.
Stop thinking about money.
Let the energy seep out of you.
Relax, let the gentle hum of your computer soothe your ears.
Absorb your surroundings. Recognise it all.
Now forget it.
You stand alone.
It is cold.
You shiver, orange waves flow off you into the blackness.
The floor disappears.
You fall, purple sparks flying out of your eyes as you stare in fear.
When will it stop?
When you want it to.
How?
Do you want it stop.
Yes.
Then stop it.
I can't.
You can, they don't want you to, though.
They?
Let go.
Of what?
Of your worries.
I'm trying.
Forget your mortgage, forget that meeting, lose sight of that problem.
Aaaaargh, I'm trying.
See them float off you like angry spirits.
Wisps of deadly gas rising away to disperse into...
what?
Nothing.
You've stopped me.
No, you stopped yourself.
What is this?
A vista opens before you, gleaming towers of glass sparkle in
an electric blue light coming from your tongue.
Ethereal forms twist in a mad dance to nobody,
writhing to your heartbeat.
You have reached cyberspace.
Where was I?
Commerce-net.
What?
You are know where knowledge, imagination and life flow into one.
What do I do?
Play.
Flow back