I sit at my computer, fingers hovering over the keys. I keep my breath silent to hide the excitement, anxiety and fear. I hope that Dean--my friend, competitor and enemy--is tightening his back muscles, too; sitting on the edge of his chair, eyes being burned by his bright computer monitor. At any second Jonesy will fire the proverbial starter's pistol. From there Dean and myself will divert paths from the website homepage in breakneck efforts to reach the cyber-destination. This is Wikispeedia, and I absolutely have to win.
"Get to the....Animal Farm page. Go!"
Wikipedia front page. I make the obvious first click. English. Where to go? Nothing in the news. Art portal. Reading, reading. Literature. What do I know about Animal Farm? Click on genre? No. Authors. Wait, that's not a list, go back. Literature by country. America. Wait, no. Animal Farm...England? Why is there no England? Oh, United Kingdom. 20th century. James Joyce? No. Orwell. Reading. Biography. Burma. Elephant. Spanish Civil War. There. Animal Farm. Click.
"Done!" I jump back from the computer. Dean's head sinks and I feel a tinge of remorse. I decide to not do a celebration dance.
The five-star general, Jonesy, nods.
"Congratulations," he says, "You have secured the last seat on the last spaceship escaping Earth."
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