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Numbers turned to images, and images into sensations, and sensations into experiences, and experiences into … something else. Something indescribable, something that reached deep into the lizard part of the brain and squeezed. It was like seeing for the first time after spending your whole life being blind. Her whole career as a hacker was nothing compared to this. It was almost sexual, virginal, this first time really seeing the web for what it was—not as a series of numbers, no, but as things. Objects, people, places, even smells, experienced in ways she never thought possible. This wasn’t hacking. This was being touched by God.


2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  
2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  

Professional literary journal produced at Asnuntuck Community College