Chapter 1: And The Geek Shall Inherit The Earth

You walk past the glass meeting room and can’t help take an extended gaze at the scene inside. One boyish man in his ill fitting jeans handling a marker and absently doodling on the whiteboard until he’s bright red and everyone else is quite bored. He’s making frantic filler noises to explain his point of view. “Well what I mean is..” “What I’m saying is..” The look on the face of the other people around the room is a universe by itself. One guy that colour of midnight has set his ringtone to a number reminiscent of dance bars. And it goes off on cue. Now we know how he spends his weekends. He goes off to talk to the credit card company who promises him everything for nothing. We can hear him arguing that he won’t submit.. It’s not logical. Energy is neither created not destroyed, but simply transferred. Money works in the same way. He will only sign up if he is being transferred to.

Another nominee for the award for socially handicapped is attempting to show his dexterity with the pen barrel and his finger motor control in an attempt to look cool. But he overdoes it and the pen rockets off and lands on the extra large conference table with a clatter. The girl sitting closest is not impressed. Mostly because she’s swaying precariously, out of lack of motor control of her eyelids. Just then one of the guys who’s been rocking his executive chair until he can he it squeak, hears it creak, is bowled over head first and lands up on the floor with all the elegance of a beached whale. The chair is no longer squeaking. It parted that gift to him in its dying moments. The meeting ends. Everyone is relieved the vice on their head has been loosened..

If knowledge is power, information is the shiny plug point. The Geek is plugged in to Information. But he’s plugged out of the Mains. Life..

Yeah, and the geek shall inherit the earth. The Lord cometh, and he’s carrying a Vaio.