It seemed simple, cruising the cyber highways seeking adventure.  Eric and I left reality at three fifty-five p.m. via instant messenger (MSN messenger naturally; Yahell, as we’ve dubbed it, and its ilk are evaded and shunned by the cyber elite), intending a quick yet needed ‘net fix.  Walking in the cyber cities, meeting up with friends and acquaintances, even a few enemies, reality called yet we didn’t want the adventure ending as quickly as that.  We stayed awhile, seeking a real escapade.
     We met up with this man named Jeremy, a tall, skinny individual.  He assured us that suffering the internet’s addictiveness was typical, that teens seek escapist tactics every day and plugging in was the simplest and easiest way. After all, turning the pages in a paperback was extra exertion in a mind weakened and battered in the daily hustle and bustle, thus even paper’s smell isn’t incentive in reading and turning pages.  Much easier using the superhighway, reading via searches and finding manuscripts at a click; yet Jeremy warned us the internet eventually liquefies minds, thus curbing the need will benefit us in the future.
     Yet is seems a bit weird, telling us this via MSN messenger. Jeremy was liquefying his mind as we talked, disintegrating with his message.  I realized this and ended the talk, disappearing from Jeremy’s view in the messenger’s chat list.  Eric stayed, stayed and talked with Jeremy, I was unsuccessful in my attempts at extracting him away.  I felt like I was running in a circle, suffering the inability and inadequacy the circumstances put me in.
     I left the internet at seven sixteen p.m.  Last I saw, Eric was still plugged in.