The Internet Cafe was on the ‘other side’ of the northern hemisphere; she had taken the Broadband Cable Jet across which happened to be—at that time—during her coffee break at work
Anyway she got back in time but —there’s always that second lag between time zones and your virtual self isn’t quite honed to you.
It was hours later before it occurred to her to check her messages. The In Real Life work hours sucked the most, and it’s mostly because people don’t know how to talk to each other anymore. Well, Roux thought, anyway—and she was the worst example of this exact thing, she knew.
They had to watch a boring lecture. On video! So what was the point? And then after, the discussion—in a circle like the ‘Round Table’ concept —and? Everyone is texting each other and no one says a word out loud.
It could be about that they record the meetings. And everyone is encrypted —or whatever they call it.
But it gave her such a headache! People can still get in your bubble without actually being in your physical bubble which —big brother counts on.
So, after downloading her daily stats she went home and ate a burrito and reached for her laptop to write, remembering what she meant to put down —and there was his message —this is not a Pipe man/guy/person/entity who was on the other side of the hemisphere and she ….had his pipe. That’s how this all started with them. That pipe
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