Today, outside my apartment, I found a piece of paper upon which was a
hardcopy of a chat room session. I have no idea who the
participants were, nor what the intentions were of the observer who printed it out. Nevertheless, it seems to embody some sort of lesson about the nature of chat rooms. It is a frozen instant in time, which some
neighbor of mine must have felt was important enough to commit to
inkjet -- and for this reason I
transcribe it here. Sadly, E2 cannot convey the
color, nor the
fonts, in which the chat originally appeared; yet the
Tao may still peek through the text:
You have just entered room "Hockey."
j RTSbBLUESHOeS has entered the room.
j RTSbBLUESHOeS:
AlDezotell3: hi
j RTSbBLUESHOeS:
FHgrrl15: notta
AlDezotell3: I AM YOUR MOTHER
FHgrrl15: umm... ?
FHgrrl15: no, you're dumb
j RTSbBLUESHOeS has left the room.
QcHoCkEyGuRl30 has entered the room.
QcHoCkEyGuRl30: Hi room
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