This is a short story i wrote myself....

Travelling into the terminals in the Net...I can see a parallel world,with sounds,colors,flavors and textures..something scary if you ask me..there`s all kinds of Users in the interconnected super-highway,some perverts around who want to trash our parallel universe with their Sick and Twisted toughts but over all.... We exist..not as common users and witnesses we exist as unhabitants in our world,who became one with our universe and coexist with the parallel reality,we live in peace but we never close our senses to the crude real world what has became a living hell to all of us... I wake up every morning and i ask myself..is this world becoming worse or it`s just me?...i wish i could close my eyes and live in a reality that doesnt see people as colors,religions and walking craps...it`s just a thought that i have every morning since i opened my eyes for the first time to this reality... this world tastes,smells and sees better but the people are cruel... I dreamed about all that last night...and right now im just thinking about it... NetMaus