The sewers were overflowing with data. Somewhere up there a server broke, lamented the mouse. The firewall lay breached, discs were ruptures and networks shattered. The data was gushing down by the gigabytes. With the data came the spiders. They were everywhere latching on to flowing conversations, stacked up numerals, excel sheets, pdfs and what not. Oblivious to all this action below, a city was waking up to another day.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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