"Ok but just assuming, just assuming this whole..."
"Uhuh...whole..."
"Hang on, well you know, how big this Facebook thing is getting. And with everybody on it and networked and these nodes become a thousand seeing eyes that mirror each other exponentially, you see?"
"I don't, but go on, I'm too drunk not to enjoy this."
"And, and I'm linked to this thing, linked as this...this...uh...personal electronic...inner thought geyser, as it were, and anybody out there whom I don't want to see my thoughts, yes, these thoughts are there before them in all their nakedness."
"Oh shit, the thought police."
"No exactly, seriously, the way this internet is expanding, to encompass all aspects of even inner social life...our selves are vanishing faster than we know it. My coworkers, my family, mere acquaintances or people I don't even know, zeroing in on me. And me, I'm giving off the stench of a dying animal, I'm just waiting for them to move in on it and finish me for good."
"You're full of shit. Who's this them?"
"I...ah..."
"You were always-"
"No, don't say it. Not now. You're worried too. I saw that squint. I know that squint."
But they both became silent, and each went to finish his drink, and with the sun already down, it was dark and cooling and they decided to call it a night.
