Day One

A day like any other day in this digital paradise. A knock on the (virtual) door. Then another, sharper, more insistent. "Come in," I say, the edge of yesterday's web-induced headache still evident in the tone of my audio, still partially visible on my soft screen. And did he ever, crashing through the implied geometric order of my doorway like an ill-conceived algorhythm, throwing fractals with every glance. He looked through me like electricity through an acrylic block. I felt another headache starting... I could already see the amber glow...