Webbed

The mouse made its characteristic ‘click’ sound for the gazillions time, except this time nothing happened, I repeat…Nothing Happened. The user couldn’t believe his eyes and his brain had already started processing all kinds of expletives directed towards the internet service provider. The same task was repeated, and repeated, and repeated again….The lips of the user started to contort in all possible shapes and sizes accompanied by a symphony of musically sounding words alongside some misdirected saliva which went in all possible directions known to mankind.

Oh! What an Orchestra!

The sense kicked in after the temple went back to its hood. Something must be the problem, but how? Even the Wi-Fi wasn’t down!!

Oh Gosh! The Internet’s down!

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He got up with caution, took the phone out from his pocket and looked into an unfamiliar empty Wi-Fi symbol. He tried to call his mates, but couldn’t as the Google ID’s weren’t accessible without the net. Ridiculously enough, he also thought of writing letters but that would require papers….that’s imaginary…it also won’t show the last seen on if the receiver has read it or not, so there was no point in sending a letter.

So, he had to do one of the most daring tasks that a man can possibly to do in his entire life…

Go out and talk with people.

He couldn’t go out just like that you know, certain precautions must be considered. He puts on his brand new “PSUEDO₂ LIFE JACKET”, his good old GAS MASK. There you go, the modern knight in not so shining an armour was ready to sail the high seas! He had to a get a new life you know as the last one’s carbon filter got badly damaged and the spares were out of stock!

He opens the main door, a stream of particles try to rush in, but is immediately gulped in by the High Maintenance Dust Absorber. He gropes his way through the ordinary smog, pity that the day vision goggles are offline!

He sees a Bar, God is Kind! He rushes in to see lots of people glued in front of the TV set. Everyone was there, the girl who he had left swiped on Tinder to the one who had blocked him on Whatsapp.

“Hi” he says while unplugging his life support (he noticed the “Air Available” sign at the back), then re realised that real life conversations are a little a more, what do I say…umm, Elaborate!

“What’s happening?”

-“The friggin World Wide Web is down, that’s what’s happening!”

“So, it wasn’t only me then…whoof!”

-“The whole country is down sonny, we are waiting for the president to give a speech.”

Soon, they started talking, having pints of beers, playing dart…what not!

After the President had spoken, everyone knew that people are calling it an e-pocalypse and that all the data from the internet was wiped away by a major hardware breakdown which might be due to a deadly virus. Everyone in the pub had a grim face, thinking that everything had to be redone while some where just happy as they had been sending a lot of ‘themselves’ on Snapchat! Maybe it was God who decided to wash the sins of the internet as there were lots of the ‘explicit’ stuff going on, which was a little too much to handle.

The word ‘Social’ got back its meaning only after all the Social Networking sites went offline!

An excited young man entered the pub with a characteristic ‘ting’ sound of the bell… “We are back online sir!” he yelled.

“Can’t you see we’re chatting here?” came a reply from the corner and everyone roared with laughter.

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