original fiction. 1200 words. forgive spelling errors, plz. Probably just one piece, though maybe I'll continue it as it doesn't really end. It is a recurring setting though. A future melbourne of giant buildings, warren like sub-terrainian tunnels, and a super powered cult of internet surfers, (kinda), and junkies hooked on a defunct internet that spews out empty information directly into the body/mind (~ that is unless youse a total super hero who can find a way into the hidden paths of the ancient net, and surf it, busting out through links into the modern web and kicking ass on the baddies.) although none of that is in here...