The
fax machine whirs into life but before you get a chance to
read the sheet that spools out your
cellphone goes.
It's me. I can't talk for long...I'm in great danger...
It's Steve.
I think
someone's following me. Did you get the fax?
You say "Yeah. Just got it now. What is it?"
I'm getting close now. I managed to sneak into a
meeting. Jesus it was hard. They
had goons everywhere. I copied
their demands...that's what I faxed you. Read it now.
The fax appears to be some kind of guide to make everything
acceptable for older
people. The tone is homely but authoritarian.
You wonder what lengths these people
will go to if their demands are not met.
Concerned Parents of Everythingians
You still there...What's that noise?...There's someone...CLICK.
The line is dead. That was the first time anyone got close to the shadowy
concerned parents. Steve was a good man.
You shiver and wonder what their next move will be.
Inspired by Jet-poop's node for the ages, a warped desire to make
insulting softlinks, the layout of the qwerty keyboard,
and inaccurate typing.