The buzzer rang. A man wearing odd headgear

The buzzer rang. A man wearing odd headgear with multiple zoom lenses stood at the door. "Hi there. You've won a free mapping of your residence for google@home."

"How did you get on this property?" shouted the secret service butler. "Google mappers are not permitted in or near the White House!" But the man with the headgear pushed passed hi

m because he had a hankering for beef jerky and the President had just laid out a jerky cornucopia for the Afrtican Delegation. The Google Mapper grabbed Teriyaki Buffalo jerky and

Polished it off in 15:46. That was a new record. The High Priestess of the Food Channel got wind of it. She called the Google Mapper. He was interviewed.

He was fricassed and served on a bed of lettuce with a radish. The house red paired nicely with him. The High Priestess of the Food Channel, now mollified, relented and allowed the

Virtual Reality program plugged directly into his brain to end. She had only wanted to show him what was in store for him if he didn't comply with her every direction. As he woke

he was able to separate actual reality from virtual reality, and realized that she had been tampering with his mind. The demons were hers, not his, and he knew at last that he had

to ask her to muster the courage to fight them. That was all he could really do. And he must let go. ANd this time, it would be far easier. "I set you free," he said, shutting his

eyes as his heart thrashed about in his chest with the unbearable pain of the moment. He barely felt her touch or words: "Don't worry – I am carried by a current you cannot feel."

He watched her sink into the earth, toes first, then ankles, calves, and on up to her ears. In the end, only her hair touched the light, and that rose and waved like seaweed.