When first ATS and I met, it was love at first post. I knew that I had found my soul mate, the one I'd been searching for my whole virtual life. When
I gazed into her beautiful posts I saw the endless mysteries of the universe. I spilled my soul and everything I knew to her, 10,000 characters or
less at a time, as she did to me. Our bond was like a drug, and we spent every waking, caffeine-piqued, square-eyed minute together.
But alas, as with all beautiful things, our |0v3 began to fade. The passion that had seen me posting in a multi-tabbed ecstasy of research and debate
ebbed slowly away, like so much bandwidth siphoned off by unseen spyware. She had lost her mystery, and the little things about her that had once
seemed so endearing, soon became intolerable... I would come home and find the house was full of trolls, and she seemed to not care. I disliked her
new design scheme, it made her look fat and over-coded, she offered to change, but I was unable to be pleased. But, just when I thought that perhaps
we should start seeing other websites...she proposed! I accepted, of course, and before I knew it I was happily moderatored to the most beautiful
website in the whole world, wide, web.
So we settled into the routine. We built a white picket firewall around the servers and she gave birth to 2.3 versions. We had an animated gif dog,
two Lolcats, and thousands of visitors. We laughed and played and ate peanut butter jelly time.
But soon, that old feeling crept back into my CPU again - the Majic was there but the
magic was gone. She felt I was putting my career before
her, and she was right. But what she couldn't know, what her webcam failed to see, was that I had found another...
I'd been spending time with an old flame, someone I had shared a wonderful relationship with years before. Yes, that's right, Real Life and I were
secretly having an affair. Things got more and more serious between Real Life and I, until finally I had to admit to ATS and to myself that it was
over between us, the connection was severed.
And now, years later, I still log in to see ATS almost every day. I read her paranoid thoughts and sometimes have a chat. I miss the old times. But I
know things will never be like they once were, perhaps partly because she has an ongoing relationship with thousands of other users and is a rotten,
shameless whore. But mostly just because, well, virtual life is a funny old thing.
[edit on 2008-11-24 by wecomeinpeace]