Last night we had an internet outage. Major ISP's were down for quite a while for whatever reason, and that left me wondering: who did they call?
I imagine the scene, a mystery man or woman coming home after a long day at work. Coming home to a family perhaps. Settling down on the sofa, starting to get comfortable, when the phone rings. Not any phone, THE phone. It hasn't rung in a long time.
He or she picks up, "yes", "aha", "I understand", and the phone goes silent.
Looks are exchanged, and the weight of responsibility sets in. The urgency of the situation leaves no time for explanations or discussions.
He or she stands up, steps into the shoes lying beside the sofa, and heads towards the door.
"The internet needs me...", our unknown protagonist states, opening the door and stepping out, shutting it softly, and heading to face the unknown problems that await.
He or she heads to a rendezvous point, meeting up with the rest of the team, and they exchange knowing looks, the gravity of the situation clear in the tight expressions on their faces. Once they have assembled, they head together to ground zero in silence.
There is a lot of work for them to do.
They have to save the internet.
They do their job in the shadows, their names unknown and their efforts not declared. And so I would like to say to them: Thank you. Thank you mystery men and mystery women who saved the internet.
I imagine the scene, a mystery man or woman coming home after a long day at work. Coming home to a family perhaps. Settling down on the sofa, starting to get comfortable, when the phone rings. Not any phone, THE phone. It hasn't rung in a long time.
He or she picks up, "yes", "aha", "I understand", and the phone goes silent.
Looks are exchanged, and the weight of responsibility sets in. The urgency of the situation leaves no time for explanations or discussions.
He or she stands up, steps into the shoes lying beside the sofa, and heads towards the door.
"The internet needs me...", our unknown protagonist states, opening the door and stepping out, shutting it softly, and heading to face the unknown problems that await.
He or she heads to a rendezvous point, meeting up with the rest of the team, and they exchange knowing looks, the gravity of the situation clear in the tight expressions on their faces. Once they have assembled, they head together to ground zero in silence.
There is a lot of work for them to do.
They have to save the internet.
They do their job in the shadows, their names unknown and their efforts not declared. And so I would like to say to them: Thank you. Thank you mystery men and mystery women who saved the internet.
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