A thousand back spaced years ago, Old King Cyber summoned the Royal Server, Count Gigabytes, and said he wanted to circulate a spreadsheet around his domain, The Valley of Silicon. “It’s a very important document dealing with the debugging of infested sites and I don’t want it to get lost or become garbled as it goes from portal to portal,” he said.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” said the Count. I’ll see that it’s sent in a safe mode. I’ll have it engraved on your shield, a veritable hard copy.”
“I want Sir Google, our best messenger, to take on the job,” the King said.
“Not possible, Sire. Sir Google is down with something.”
“Google is down? Is it a virus?
It’s nothing serious, Your Majesty. He fell ill after your recent banquet. Doctor Geek said it’s a simple case of an overdose of spam and cookies. He’ll have Sir Google’s system restored in a week or so.”
“Then how about Sir Google’s squire, Yahoo?”
“Alas, Your Majesty, Squire Yahoo is no longer with us. He was hacked by that rogue knight Sir Malware and his mail was fatally penetrated. We can only pray that Squire Yahoo is happily dwelling in the clouds.”
“I guess we’re down to Sir Twitter then,” sighed the king.
“I regret to report, Your Majesty, that Sir Twitter is likewise unavailable, having crashed into the castle’s firewall during yesterday’s tournament.”
“So then Google is down, Yahoo’s been hacked and Twitter has crashed. I’ll have to do my own messaging. Count, hitch up my horse “Browser”. And I’ll need comfortable travel clothing. So bring my soft wear.”
I’ll have you garbed and booted in a few megaseconds, my King. But please be careful. It’s a jungle out there and it will be a very hard drive.”
Imagine That 