The zombie like mobs with blazed eyes of fire chanted that over and over again as they marched onward towards that great Manhattan screen. Nothing was on the screen but the color blue. The blue screen of death, although some get the black screen of death, nonetheless it was blue. No static, no noise. All that could be heard was compuuuuuuuuuuttttttttterrrrrrrrrr. Over and over again in a mesmerizing hypnotic voice. It was as if this mob of millions had but one voice; one brain. You could see the fire in their eyes. Like some kind of nuclear meltdown in some sort of sub atomic level. All as one but not one as many? The legions were searching and calling for compuuuuuuuuterrrrrrrrr. Lost, and damnd. Wondering.
OK! We're back online now.
The Net is back up.
The mob of people rushed off down the streets dispersing into buildings, subways, taxis, etc. Off to work wherever or whatever it might be.
"That was a close one, man." said the chief engeneer.
"Yes, indeed. " said the man.