I sit before a blinding white colour box. I was told to ask this this box any questions. This is the internet. The words ask me to search within God or type Earl. I type ‘Answers’ using the flat typewriter. The librarian with amusement tells me to press enter on the flat typewriter. The colour box changes and words appear. I use the rodent mover to start clicking.

There are many faces to this colour box. I can see words and images like a mind of a dream. The pictures captured by camera and stored into the colour box. There is much clicking and I understand that they linked like a web. There is much to explore on the internet. But this colour box god tells me everything. There are things that shouldn’t be known. That’s what Leader says and I feel like I am betraying my teachings.

We lived a simple life by the land and the river in the forests with animals and very little to do with the machines and box houses of the outer life. I’m feeling that there is a lot more to learn in this world but I miss the roots that I grew so close to. My home.

I asked the colour box god what is the purpose in this life. The answers flickered before me and I am stunned.