We have been lulled over by that feeling of reading the words, 4000023578 messages, 1 new. That extra email that just makes all the difference. Storing it away as a reminder that we actually DO receive emails, even if they are all junk, and that 4000023577 of those saved messages bear the words "If you do not send this to ten people within the next two minutes you will A) fall over and die, B) trip over and die OR C) keel over and die. But if you do, you will have a pleasant day."
Yes this is truly sad. To see the fate we shall live, constantly attached to the computer, typing multiple emails to our buddies worldwide, who have already stopped emailing out of worry. We shall all end up, old ladies sitting around our computer console typing the words via ICQ 3000, "Hotmail is great" or complaining "No one sends me email no more, why don't you send me email?" with the reply, "I already have, fifty times today."
I can see the end now, out of desparation, subscribing to a multitude of junkmail newsgroups. Feeling elation as we read 19032750918754370193460 messages, 0964105914630598123 new. And then, out of nowhere, they strike. Taking away our email for its continually being over the limit. Damn that hotmail, how could they DO this to me! SOB!
Broken hearted, collapse on the floor, weeping away millions of tears. There is nothing left, no email, nothing, nill. What can we do now but pass on to the next world? Hoping, praying, that there will be internet in the afterworld.
