At school, I was safe. Whenever my computer was near, I was connected to the world. And then, when that computer got struck down by some unexpected virus-like-thing, I was covered. I merely had to get up, walk across the campus in whatever weather Mother Nature had provided for me on that day, and say the following to the geniuses at the laptop central office:
HELP ME! HELP ME! DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW HELPLESS I AM NOW? CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW UTTERLY POWERLESS I'VE BECOME??? DO SOMETHING!
And they would, in a flash, fix the problem.
Really, there would be a flash. I'd blink because of this bright light and then my laptop woul dbe as good as new. The internet would be repaired and everything would be perfectly fine.
No longer.
Here, in my summer house, I have no laptop central nearby. I also have no convenient flashing light to repair things. And at the moment, I have a problem.
I have a virus.
Or something like a virus.
Or a thing that is like a virus.
I can't access some sites, and the moment I try, I am logged out. I am frustrated and upset and I work hard to find any possibly clues to the source, but cannot prevail. And the harder I try, the more the virus seems pleased with me and is content to laugh at my futile attempts.
I mean this too. I heard it chuckling not moments ago.
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