It is time to sit down. : peter.vey@gmail.com :
At the turn of the century, a boy was nine years old. He loved the screen, because there were things to do on it. Sound clips, sprites, pictures. Every morning he would sit and watch the animation of a high speed road with the backdrop of a city, and wait patiently. Then he would be connected, and he would enjoy the rest of his day.
One evening, he decided he wanted to make a own home, so other people from around the globe could come and see, and enjoy the day like he did. This kid must have been lonely. He found other people's commercial "art", and the sound clips he loved, and made a home for the others. No one came, except for a few confused foreigners. Then he started to make games, very simple games, because the human species loves to play, and they especially love to play when there's no human face to be looked at. The games were much like "Choose Your Own Adventure" books, which were his favorite. But still no one came to play.
Then he went on the airwaves, and said some funny things, and people finally went to his home and enjoyed themselves. But he was a bad host, never gave them any more sundaes, had a smelly bathroom...they all left.
Today he lives in a city, steams salmon on the stovetop, and trys again.