Last night I had a really intense dream about the internet…
1st up, I had a nasty injury and woke up in what seemed like a hospital…I was laid out on a table, like you might imagine for an alien probing and these kooky and charming scientists from a website called Bluebike installed a chip in my head that allowed them to communicate with me.
To start with, it was all warm and supportive, helping me along with physio to overcome my injury and bringing light and laughter to a dire situation.
As things progressed, my actions profited Bluebike immensely, and I was happy to oblige, as they had been so supportive of me in times of need…
However, over time, things got increasingly dark and twisted, as unreasonable demands were placed on me and a campaign to bring me down was put into action. The Bluebike Programmers had decided that I’d served my purpose as a useful idiot and had to be decommissioned. They wanted me Munsoned.
It ended up like The Running Man, where I had to face all this nasty adversaries, before confronting the head programmer, who cowered away in a corner and said ‘don’t listen to the man behind the curtain’
The silly thing was, if the programmers had had a chat with me, instead of cowering behind the curtain, everything would’ve been fine.
In the end, we all cracked a beer and lived happily ever after.