Word had spread

 

 

 

Lo, in the twilight days of the second year of the second decade of the third millennium did great darkness descend over the Wireless Internet connectivity of the people on Railway Street in the Maritime Province of New Brunswick.  For many years, these gentlefolk basked in a wireless network overflowing with speed Internet flowing like a river into their Compaq Presario.

But then one grey morning did Chrome no longer load The Google.  Refresh was clicked, again and again. Perhaps The Google was broken, the people thought, but then The Yahoo, too, did not load.  The land was thrown into panic.

Some in the kingdom thought the cause of the darkness must be the Router, which, according to legend, had been installed behind the desk long ago.   Concluding the trouble must lie deep within the microchips, the people did despair and resign themselves to defeat.

But with the dawn of the feast of Christmas did a beacon of hope manifest itself upon the inky horizon.   Riding in upon a Black Mitsubishi Lancer came a great warrior, the daughter of the gentlefolk. 

Word had spread through the kingdom that this warrior perhaps knew the true nature of the Router.

The people did beseech the warrior to aid them.   While others may have shirked the duty, she accepted the quest and strode bravely down the stairs and across the floating floor. 

And finally, the warrior arrived at the Router and pulled with all her force, dislodging the cord.  The heavens roared.  The earth wailed.  The green lights turned off.  Silently, the warrior counted.  One, Two, Three.  And just as swiftly, she plugged the cord back into the Router.  Great crashes of blood-red lightening flashed overhead.  Murders of crows blackened the skies.   The Power light came on solid green.  The Warrior stared at the Internet Light, waiting, waiting.  And then, as the world around her seemed all but dead, the Internet light began to blink.

And so the good people of the Kingdom were delighted and did corn on the cob and Strawberry Poppy seed salad at the Warrior’s feet.  The Warrior ate her corn and salad, thanked the gentlefolk and then went to the living room because the satellite dish remote wouldn’t work.   

 

The above was adapted from something I read in a magazine many months ago.

The names have been changed .