0011001 by Diana Coombes
Computer code travelling across the internet like a crowd of tourists, surging towards the next data. A series of zeros and ones. Each travelling in a different direction. Where are they going? What search will it be next? Has a writer suddenly got a new idea? Whatever the question, the internet can search it all.
Back to the beginning, when code was invented, and the first computer needed a room all to itself. Now, compact, in a mobile so small, anyone from the past would wonder how the information got there.
Jump into the shadow, and back into the light. Every thing happening in the world at the touch of a keyboard. Typing more natural than speaking to another person. Information overload. One word, one line, one paragraph – writing a story for which there is no end.