John swung his arms back and forth, preparing himself mentally. He glared at the plastic kiddie pool, which was filled with maybe 4 inches of dirty water. He would've found the situation stupid and maybe kind of funny, if he weren't scar...

When I was young, my mother would often tell me stories at bedtime, stories of the internet when she was a little girl. She told of how it was beautiful. How the memes ran free, without restraint, without obstacle. I didn't know what had...