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Girl2-3-65 sat in her pod, glaring at the computer message streaming across the blue screen: “this blog has been torn down and uprooted; time to die.” A chill crept up her spine. She deactivated her computer without shutting down its programs.
Girl collapsed into the sleep corner of her pod, trying to comprehend. She could not believe Boy had been caught. And what was the meaning of that ominous last phrase? A warning? Were they on to her also?
She and Boy7-30-62 had been private blog inter-communicators for three years, even though only public blogs were sanctioned. Private blogs were deemed incompatible with the goals of other social media. Contraband private blogs eventually disappeared as popular attention riveted to the exciting and ever evolving public forums. But Girl had different desires and abilities than most and she managed to develop a private blog. When Boy hacked into it, she realized she was not as alone as she had always imagined.
From reading Boy’s private blogs she eventually deduced that her unique talents were the gift of an undetected genetic error in her test tube manufacturing procedure. Boy was the smartest person she knew, a genius. Like her, and a few others, he was also an undetected error.
On their private blogs, read only by select others granted access, Boy and Girl shed their generic tags given to them at inception, and went by Thea and Theo. Thea blogged about her inner world, posting creative stories spun from dreams and fantasies, imaginings and longings. Theo experimented with grand ideas about the universe and the nature of being,
Then last month Theo blogged about an experiment he had initiated. It was sure to be the most amazing discovery since the very invention of the computer, which he concluded had occurred over half a century ago, although history was virtually impossible to obtain. Girl wasn’t even exactly sure what the word history meant. But Theo had remarkable abilities to conjecture and surmise.
Through years of pondering equations and paradigms, blogging on esoteric subjects, considering metaphysical formations and pushing all the limits, Boy determined it was at least theoretically possible for people to emerge from their pods and survive. But even more unfathomable: pod dwellers could actually, literally, in real time, engage in face to face conversation with each other, instead of communicating via social media!
Boy realized the possibility of in-person communication was an astounding discovery, rivaling the very invention of social media itself. The ability to visit each other’s pods and carry on conversation in each other’s actual presence could eventually render social media obsolete. The implications were staggering.
Girl curled up in her sleep corner to contemplate her next move. Boy was too intelligent to get caught. She drifted into sleep as she considered possibilities, then startled fully awake with the flash of recognition. Boy’s blog had not been discovered and shut down – Theo was sending Thea a message.
Girl re-booted her computer and clicked the link to the missing blog. She stared at the scrolling message as she recalled the poem Theo had posted on his blog last week. Then she pulled up her private blog and posted a final entry before shutting everything down: “a time to plant, a time to build, a time to be born.” As she emerged from her pod for the first time in her life, she closed the door behind her without a second thought, thrilling at the possibility of finding Theo and talking with him in person.
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Inspired by Ecclesiastes 1:1-11 and 3:1-8
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